Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Photodump 4 - old and new.

Some older photos.
A dead bluetit outside the graveyard by our old house.

Some arty(ish) photos of sand and objects taken at Cramond beach on the Forth.

And now for some recent and more mundane ones.
How much crap can one shoulder bag contain?
Frosty spider's web.

Not the most imaginative or witty graffiti I've ever seen.

Hastings has sharp claws. Matt isn't happy.

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At 1:54 pm, Blogger LaMa said...

Yay for Hastings! :-p

At 2:03 pm, Blogger LaMa said...

Mr. Praline: 'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! This Bluetit is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig! 'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-BLUETIT!!

At 10:04 pm, Blogger Nettie said...

Boo I'm sure that's just the norm for a shoulder bag. I have slightly different but just as much crap in mine. We're women. It's what we do best. :-)

At 12:45 am, Blogger Mouse said...

I think my bag contents are pretty similar.


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