Sticky and rusty unearthed and then gone...

Today I went for a pig...hmm, pardon, a pic hunt:) I caught clumps of blue berries on very red stems...
violet door...
and a piece of dustbin poetry...

under the woman's surface
i dig my nails in
to plaster slowly
climbing white fences
low walls
into strangers' gardens
for fruit
in laces
i'm tearing leaves
i love you
(anonymous)

This is such a nice idea. Last semester I used to pass these poetry dustbins on my way to 'uni' and they made me smile. This is my thanks to the dustbin poet.

Come and have a look at my Flickr to see more berries and rust...