The unbearable lightness of being

Walking round the workshop trying to find something interesting, seeing lovely weeds and birds and rat poo this caught my eye. Where did it come from? there are no pine trees around here, and certainly no trees near enough to drop anything on a concrete bit of hard standing. the nearest trees of any size are horse chestnuts, unhappy ones at that. so where?

I also wanted to do something different. I've been looking through the work of Oliver Hellowell lately and I like very much the way he gets down nice and low. There's one he's done of a duck that is just lovely.