A couple of photographs. One taken on Bond Street, Tunstall, of a discarded Bella from The Tweenies on a damp grey mild day around 10.30am.
The other of buttercups in the small park nearby yesterday evening about 10pm, still summer warm with bright sun. Both I feel are a kind of visual poetry, or maybe just things seen as I walk past and pass on to you bloggists, bloggers, blogladites? So what is a blog reader called?