A DARK DAY

in the sky. And in the news about the assault in Oslo too. Very dark!
We begin our day slowly and that will not alter later. I can make none good photos outside and I begin a series of poppy seeds. They are no animals they do not move bu they have impact on each other, that is obvious to me. And why shouldn't they. There is shape, there is rhythm, there is light and colour. Then suddenly I have had it with the little ones. End it and that's it.

My haiku:

The little birds they visit their new
wooden house in turn
I fill it with delight

The proverb an easy one:

Feather by feather birds build nests.