Categories Observation Poetry Psychogeography rag-pickings Uncategorized No waiting / red rose / rust ladder Post author By Murdo Eason - From Hill to Sea Post date 08/07/2016 3 Comments on No waiting / red rose / rust ladder . No Waiting Poet . . The little red rose on the blue door has seen better days . . Rust ladder to the half-moon This is not the yellow brick road . Now playing: Chris Abrahams – Fluid to the Influence. Share this:EmailFacebookTwitterTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related Tags Cockburn Street, Edinburgh, Fife Psychogeographical Collective, Leith, Murdo Eason, psychogeography, rag-pickings, ruins, street observation, urban By Murdo Eason - From Hill to Sea murdo eason / walking / writing / between world & word View Archive → ← Three Colours → The All Seeing Eye 3 replies on “No waiting / red rose / rust ladder” Great. Like the ‘SNP NATO RUNNING RATS’ as well; perfectly ambiguous. Love the last photo especially; that molten gold color – perhaps an alchemist works there? They may well do. Perhaps on a full moon you can climb the ladder to beyond the stars. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.