In the rain, I notice my newly laid path changes its colours. The stone spots set into the centre-line like a spine turn from off-white to dark, stained ink, standing out fresh and proud against the masses of cream pebbles which refuse to change. If I squint with one eye, it's the rain finding itself, cloaking the stone surface with its light-bending magic. If I turn full circle and use the other eye, it's the stone which is coming of age, manifesting some alternative superpower, laughing in the face of summer.
Standing back, the path could be a metaphor. But in this cold air, with the ubiquitous laws of physics dancing and giggling next to the broccoli sprouts and sage plants, here perhaps this path is just a bunch of stones running up through the garden, and that's all it is.
Postcards are less frequent currently - Tinyletter have been unable to work out why images I email in no longer get sent out properly, so sending messages with embedded photos from my phone is impossible. I might look for an alternative approach or service which resolves this - suggestions welcome.
Disposable Evidence is a (very) irregular series of short postcards from somewhere out here. If you enjoy it, please pass on the link to a friend.