I head to the right of the graveyard, looking for the tangled branches I saw from the road. Mud coats my feet, but I barely notice as I am very tired and haven't yet found the people I am looking for. I see a shiny orange ladybird scurrying over a plant that looks as if it is about to twirl and I'm glad I made the trip.
Highgate Cemetery (East) greets me with gnarled stumps, festering, rotting between graves. A yellow-shelled snail clings to a tree with bark that seems momentarily vivid red, purple and green. Leaves are draped over everything, even brighter still. Shelves of sprawling egg-coloured fungi grow underneath the evergreen gloss of holly leaves. I am too busy noticing everything alive to take photos of graves.
Later, when I have given up searching for who I came to see and I'm sitting on a bench in a slight dip near a tree with bright bulbous berries, I watch a squirrel leap from tree to tree and it is then that I hear the squirrel squawk. I had no idea that squirrels squawked so loudly and I wonder about other sounds that I've rarely noticed before or maybe never will hear, like the sound of a real thylacine or the voices of people I've only ever communicated with in text or even myself through someone else's ears.
Highgate Cemetery (East) greets me with gnarled stumps, festering, rotting between graves. A yellow-shelled snail clings to a tree with bark that seems momentarily vivid red, purple and green. Leaves are draped over everything, even brighter still. Shelves of sprawling egg-coloured fungi grow underneath the evergreen gloss of holly leaves. I am too busy noticing everything alive to take photos of graves.
Later, when I have given up searching for who I came to see and I'm sitting on a bench in a slight dip near a tree with bright bulbous berries, I watch a squirrel leap from tree to tree and it is then that I hear the squirrel squawk. I had no idea that squirrels squawked so loudly and I wonder about other sounds that I've rarely noticed before or maybe never will hear, like the sound of a real thylacine or the voices of people I've only ever communicated with in text or even myself through someone else's ears.

Squirrel Squawk
Date: 2005-10-26 12:25 am (UTC)Re: Squirrel Squawk
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Date: 2005-10-26 12:58 am (UTC)nice picture.
mine don't turn out all that well- as you can see from my earlier posts
I never actualy heard a squirrel- I see them all the time gre/ay ones
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Date: 2005-10-26 01:01 pm (UTC)The squirrels in Southampton seem much quieter. Maybe there is some kind of conspiracy amongst them to be quiet when they see me.
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Date: 2005-10-27 10:36 pm (UTC)I've made a new flickr account that I hope to keep up this time. I've added you as a contact. I hope you don't mind. It's northnorthwest.