A Sunday stroll
A walk around Moffat with son number one.
Sun through the trees
We were climbing steeply up through the forest when the sun broke through for a minute or two. Otherwise, the day was drab and grey.
Rain-filled vehicle tracks
The snow that was lying yesterday has all melted away, and the fields have returned to winter squelch.
Seedy film by the roadside. I'm sure it has its own sleazy story.
Sleazy city Seedy films Breathing so heavy Next to my neighbour Let's get acquainted Getting to know you Feeling sleazy In seedy sin city Feeling sleazy In seedy sin city
Sleazy city Sleepy people Down in your alleys Seems that anything goes Blue films flicker Hands of a stranger Getting to know you And I'm getting to like you
Hey isn't that you on the screen Isn't that you on the screen (No that's not me)