This is one of those pictures that I didn’t get at first. Then suddenly I felt its weight. There is a moment – the space of an unseen line – where freedom is still possible, however precarious, and the choices are right there in front of us. Branches? Or bars?
Your Auntie and I really love that picture.
Thanks! Hope you’re having fun down there.
Is that in your yard?
Nope. Urban Cottage.
Nice