Rhododendron Blossom

[poliphilo]

My new screensaver, wished on me by craftyailz , whose computer I’ve taken over, is, I’m told, a picture of a rhododendron blossom. I wouldn’t have known. It’s been blown up so large it’s like clouds of something thick and red expanding.

Blood in water. Lots of it.

Not pleasant. I preferred the hedgehog I had before with its beady little eye.

And now I’ve found the face in it.

A long, scroobious, puddingy face. Eyes like letterbox slits. An enormous nose. A mouth with a hanging lip. Male probably.

Not anybody I would want to be friends with but not unkind.

Inquisitive.

The hedgehog was thinking about slugs. Blood pudding man is thinking about me.

In the universe on his side of the glass my comparatively regular features are the extreme of grotesquerie.

There’s a smile on his wide, slobby mouth.

He finds me funny.

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

The great thing about the random flipping through the photo album is that you are continuously surprised. An idyllic view of a medieval castle is followed seconds later by a less than idyllic view of my brother-in-law. It's hypnotic. I could watch for hours.