farmhouse
ochils
tess
cairn
from dollar bank
lade
mill lade
woods
dense
barren
dogs on leads
farmyard
cat
bluebells
dark clouds grow on a field of desolation
glade
blackthorn
going your own way
purple haze
boiler shed
sunday lunch wanders free
the path leads places you may not want to go
phreddie the pheasant, an unpleasant phucker
gutter
sun sets on dilapidation
porch
the boathouse of lost souls
he remained here for eternity
the mist rose from the ground searching for the warmth of the living
mist
bird shit on the windows of each room
clouds
it's not summer yet
it is now
decemberist, hunting the vegetairian fuckface
bird on a wire
like banging my head against a telegraph pole
nausea
summer brings the bounty
smudge
view
water supply
green green grass of home
park at your own risk
i think the man in the hat played something terrible
leaving aitkenhead
don't stay too long
it's definatley not braken this time
moon
a portal to joy and wonder
tomatoes gurad the gateway to wonder
well it's a porch right enough
window
we at least someone is up
the light from the window created the prison on the barn
its colours, they are fine
it was night time before it was noon
how did it get so late so soon
what's he doing in there