Puddle

A group of us meet to go walking on Mondays and Friday for an hour. We wander the streets of Blackheath, "supervising" new house construction sites, passing judgement on the state of gardens, whining about what the council should be doing. All good clean fun.

Sometimes I carry the G12 with me. One never knows what one might see by morning light. Here is the bitumen basketball court down at the sports complex. There are gentle undulations and depressions here and there which remain totally inconsequential until it rains. Then wonderful mini "oceans" and "wetlands" develop, just waiting for a blipper to stumble across them, shooting toward the sun. I kind of liked this one and so I thought I'd post it.