Sunday, 2 December 2007
Act 1, scene 1; a blasted heath
I set off with my camera in the optimistic hope that the sun would shine weakly and would take the gloom off early December, but no. By the time I got to the end of ul. Trombity, the sun had disappeared behind thick cloud. Much of the land between ul. Trombity, ul. Kórnicka, ul. Nawłocka and the railway line is lying fallow, scrubland overgrown with thorn bushes, mugwort, cow-parsley and wild grasses. For some reason, the landscape, atmosphere and weather put me in mind of northern Texas, hunting jackrabbit with an M1 carbine in the early 1950s, several years before my birth. Another anomalous familiarity event.