reprise

My very first blip, on 2 January 2013 was just like this. It's  a desperate thought that neither my photography nor my imagination have improved in two years. I spared you one last year because the baubles,  hung on a spruce tree just outside my window, all blew off in a high wind soon after I hung them, many of them rolling and rattling down the street. My neighbours were picking them out of their flower beds all year, so most of them found their way home.