my last word
which with me means absolute freedom to interpret the Challenge as I feel fittest.
SO HERE NOW
we’re admiring the texture of the wee mouse’s fur and the bark of the branch on which he’s standing; at the bottom of an outdoor aviary it’s a case of live and let live (a lesson for all, if I were feeling philosophical).
Cutie mice aside, one finds texture everywhere—even when getting a suicidal possum’s eye view of the beginnings of a climb to eternity. Or they used to be, until the power-pole people got tired of removing sizzled possums from the summits of these rough-hewn trunks and put sheets of metal aloft into which even the fearsome claws of the possum couldn’t get a grip. If you look very closely you can see it just twixt timber and cross beam, up there. But how ’bout that for texture, hey?
If textures of edifices counts aloft then it counts below, and within the gently swirling waters of this pleasant creek one brooks no challenge to the textures of the underside of this wee bridge. (And face it, even the surfaces of the water has ‘texture’ … of a somewhat soggy sort.)
And if these perfectly smooth texture-free hillocks of water below lack their own intrinsic textures, they serve well to make visible that which is otherwise hidden to the naked eye—the textures of the leaf.
“Leaf it alone,” my beloved Spouse often says, sometimes in dismay and often times in despair, “not everyone likes your rough* puns!” And well she might. But don’t stop me now, I scent the home stretch …
So you’re off the hook until I check out the shots I took last night of the ‘supermoon‘ which another blogger put me on to. But as ever with Southland the sky was more misty than clarity, so if the shots aren’t worth it I shan’t be posting them and we’ll never get to see the textures or long glories of the winter moon.
Don’t wait up …
Oops, dunnit … but it’s as I feared—make of it what you will, I refuse to dolly it up with Photoshop. What you see is more or less what I got (SFX: drumroll, please) —
* See—? Even grammar has textures …