Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Blowing gently in prevailing West Yorkshire zephyrs a single strand of proteinaceous spider silk lays entwined within the pergola beams above my head. It's gentle movement reflecting a bisque colour drawn from overhead solar rays. As we lay on the cusp of June's equinox, with sub sequential onset of ever darkening evenings, it warming (both... Continue Reading →
I had a bizarre dream overnight in which I replaced my current car with an eccentric sporty number. I can’t recall the make of car I’d purchased, but one of its main selling points for me was the velvet drapes that circumnavigated the car below the window line. It turned out to be a foolhardy impulse buy.... Continue Reading →