Saturday, 10 March 2007

Walking in the Town

When I am short of time, tired or lack the inclination to bushwalk I amble around the mid-mountains towns instead. It’s interesting how, even here in the built environment, the mood changes with the time of day and the weather and there is always something new to delight my inner eye.


Web on fence post, Lawson

Words to Walk With:
From Chance Met by Rosemary Dobson
“The drops hung bright on the wires, the diligent spider
Worked shifts all night to set up his house by sunrise
Between the hinge, rusted with rain, and the latch.”

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