Village Walkabout

A short morning ramble in the village.

It’s part boredom, part inspiration.

Boredom is a storage box waiting to be opened.

Everyday mundane things become objects of thought.

This is of value.

This is of value.

Fishing for thought.

Waiting.

Waiting.

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