At the bridge of the failed painter, I stoop and check the sagging timbers before placing one foot, then the other, on this sorry decrepitude. It cracks and pops like a first fleet ship, but the sounds are not ominous; more the rattled wheezing of an invalid friend. I proceed with care,sucking the thumb pricked on its splintery balustrade. Ahead, lies the gate and welltrod path and, branching like spider veins, the merest hints of tracks―overgrown, leading to a wilderness filled with possibilities. I stand and consider. Buttoning my duffel coat—a veteran of the moth wars, I step off the path, and into the weeds.
©L.M.Noonan




more fun

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'niclace' © l.m.noonan 2009

somehow the days have whizzed by--as usual.
I've been busy foraging and collecting in our local op shops (thrift shops).
Today's image is a mixture of my photographs and scanned items like lace doilies.

©-l.m.noonan-2008

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