
The outdoor experience is so romantic. The rustle of the leaves, the chirping of the birds, the weird conversations people on the footpath just over the hedge are having, the smell of the exhaust from the cars on the street out front, the bellow of the tannoy* from the train station not far enough away, the faint ooooooooo of visiting ghosts from the churchyard, the permanently stuck-on yelling of the terrier next door . . . and of course the exquisite modern found sculpture of your immedia
Published on May 12, 2009 15:28