After photographing my frosty stream on Monday
had to scratch a memory of that
steel grey water edged with snow and ice.
Then it snowed on Tuesday.
Rummaging through old sketchbooks
I found this page of intention from 12 years ago.
Surprised to find I was interested in daily scratchings back then.
Shows you there is no such thing as an original idea!
This is what I wrote immediately after
declaring those admirable intentions!
Yesterday I was intent on covering this page of colour with potential stitches
when lo and behold a bird of sorts simply insisted on being included.
Perhaps it means my handsome heron will soon be back from the sunny South.