Wednesday, July 15, 2009
The long, wet grass of home.
When the rain stops, this is a nice place to be. It doesn't stop often so when it did the other night, as I was heading home, I pulled over to take a photo. During the short dry spells, the constant buzz of lawnmowers can drive you to distraction as everyone scrambles to get their lawns cut before the rain comes back. I get around it by having less lawn, more slabs and gravel.
Yes, that's night. About 10 pm, as I recall.
I live somewhere in the distance ahead, just before the mountains of Mordor. No, I don't take the dirt track with puddles. I take the proper road on the right.
I'm not quite antisocial enough to put up with anything that far from civilisation!