Wednesday, 31 August 2011
This is a picture I took when I first moved into my house last year. I was so excited to see an owl on top of a telegraph pole. Then I noticed that it hadn't actually moved while I'd been looking at it. I went back a while later and noticed it still hadn't moved. At that point I began to realise it wasn't actually real.
Initially I was disappointed, but then it turned to joy again. Someone had bothered to put a model owl on top of a telegraph pole. They had climbed to the top and positioned it so perfectly.
I thought what a wonderful place to live. I felt like I'd moved to some magical place where people still cared .
The simple things in life can still bring great joy - even a plastic owl! I still look at that owl and it brings me the same pleasure every time - someone bothered to do it.
Posted by Anne at 21:37