Tag: Silhouette

Adog barks at it at dusk. A painter paints it. Everyone else thinks nothing of it. Branches in winter, frozen in time by the eerily silent slumber of everything you used to think alive. Hangouts for crows gossiping and cussing, apart from the days the snow finds its way to cover them gently in fluff...

I have no interest in and will not be going into how to look good (or revoltingly, how to look “slimmer” or similar), how to be fashionable or trendy, or alternatively, how to look unique or dress differently to everybody you know. I often get frustrated when pieces about cu...