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Rubble 3

rubble 3

China, pottery, slate, stones, wood: the detritus of lives filling a hollow in the path, and small plants creeping  round the edges, and the wheels of landrovers pushing it downwards back into the ground. Once upon a time that china was in someone’s life, soon it will be ground down into turquoise dust, unless it sinks faster than the stones, so that its shards will work their way downwards.  The earth is full of china, everywhere..

rubble 4

rubble5

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Rubble 2

rubble 2

This rubble has been thrown into hollows in the field-edge path leading to the Tweed, hollows which created puddles when it rained, puddles which I photographed last year.

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Rubble1

rubble1

Objects thrown randomly please my eyes.

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