18 April, 2012

White Mist

Misty Radcam


white mist
hides the seagulls playing
on the swings

4 comments:

Hobbes said...

Whiteness everywhere, no visibility, hurtling into the cold dampness on my bicycle, with Xiaohu in the babyseat on the back (chortling delightedly). Rather like a horror film, shapes jumped out of the mist. Suddenly: seagulls, having a good time in the deserted playground. The swings tottered backwards and forwards under their weight, while their friends looked on from the top of the slide and the park bench.

All of these structures that we leave behind at night and in the white mist... they are not unused. Xiaohu and I were given a glimpse into a secret world - familiar, but different.


Toodlepip,

Hobbes

pu-erh.sk said...

Hi David, you must be an early bird, experiencing all this in the morning. I know what else a baby seat on a bike can be used now. I need to get two of them.

Hobbes said...

Some days, it's a baby in the bike seat on the way into town, and a box of tea in the bike seat on the way home...

Toodlepip,

Hobbes

Jakub Tomek said...

Now that sounds like you're selling babies for tea in town... :)