Echo

.....of a bigger window. I'm not sure what purpose these windows serve, high above the ground, but I liked the (almost) echoing shapes. In the garden this morning I could hear the hunters' shots echoing around the hills - not such a malign force as they are sometimes presented since they contribute to the preservation of the environment....as well as killing and eating animals, of course. It's quite a wintry day and I've been making spicy jam with green tomatoes and paprika peppers, to eat with goats' cheeses, and pickling the last of this year's pepper crop.