Saturday 28 January 2012: Long legged shadow
Stuck indoors all day marking...
Finally escaped at 3.30 for a quick cycle around our estate.
Here I am - standing near the entrance to a playground/basketball court.
A new experience for me trying to blip my own shad0w! Reminds me of one of the few poems I can remember (most of) the words to: the one by Robert Louis Stevenson.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball
And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all.
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