The table lamp in the corner

The sun paints the walls,
Brushing shadows deep and soft,
In dark reflection.

Not much to report for the last few days, dog walks, work, dance practice.  No much blipspiration.  Then the sun obligingly cast these beautiful shadows from the lamp in the corner.  A favourite corner too, the lamp belonged to Mum and Dad, the picture on the table is of the children and Sadie when they were all much younger and the frame with the cherubs was a  Christmas present.

Corners in a house are so important.