This view of the cliffs.
A passing cloud.
A scattering of yellow paint.
A pink feather on the wire.
When your telephone makes noise.
The bee. The ladies in a row.
Neon orange sprinkles.
The back of a statue in early spring.
A cracked kettle.
We’ve done the wrong thing.
Rocks behaving so neatly.
Rocks behaving so badly.
A regularly observed passerby.
A grey blue.
The graveyard in the morning.
Some things you lose so slowly.
This seemingly spontaneous
and private moment.