Tuesday, 26 November 2013

When the sleet is blowing, I'm inclined to look downward when walking, where there is a whole other language to be found written on the pavement.  Some apparently official, some less so.

My son said that he finds oil stains quite beautiful, and I have to agree.  A molecules-thick super-nova lying on the the rainwater:

Elsewhere, I spotted a comet...

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