Ooh, what’s that up there?
No, not the window, or the plant, but, there in the crack in that great beam?
That wee thing……
Lovely.
Isn’t it often the wee things which make all the difference?
Isn’t it the art, the myth and the imagination which slips into the everyday structures, the wood, and the brick and the stone, which daily re-enchants the apparently ordinary?
Heroes Not Zombies 
Leave a Reply