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No nans just a man!! 
From the window in my sitting room.
Sunset tonight viewed from twisting sideways out of bathroom window
We loved the tiny village of Ellenabeich, on the Isle of Seil, W. Scotland, but didn`t have the best of weather whilst there. This pic was taken from the ferry slipway, the ferry being a tiny boat with an outboard motor, to take folk to the wee island of Easdale, about 100m off shore.
A cheerful onion 
. (I threw it away, actually)
Certainly quirky, that one, Scribbles! I have a favourite piece of sculpture too. Every time I see this it fills me with joy.
I am so enjoying seeing everyone’s beautiful and varied images.
Spent a couple of hours at some local gardens today, Despite intermittent drizzle enjoyed the last bursts of summer, autumn shades and a bit of modern art thrown in for good measure. Apparently it’s representing growth, separation and the umbilical cord!
Yes Alima I agree with that description - I always think most modern art is a case of the kings new clcothes if you see what I mean?
Alima.. that’s just what I thought...they say beauty is in the eye of her beholder!! 
Beautiful photos of Powys and Connaught water Scribbles. And that bronze is intriguing isn't it? Don't think I'd go as far as to say I like it, but it interests me!
And yes, I have to agree with Alima's description of gq's sculpture
The title of this thread, "1000 words," is clever in that it implies a picture is worth a 1000 words.
When I was asked what the letters MG meant on my old car I said that maybe they mean My Girlfriend. Well her name is Jessica, here's not exactly a 1000 words:
There was a time when motor cars
were serious fun to drive,
back then they didn't have seat belts,
which help you stay alive.
They had quirky things like
running boards and trafficators too,
those were little semaphore arms
that gave the direction true.
Jessica is just like that
in two tone fancy colour,
an MG of classic vintage,
a real beauty to discover.
There's nothing more that she prefers
than to show off in the shining sun,
and be photographed by one and all:
she smiles for everyone.
This classic car has survived the years
and not been torn asunder,
not for her, the breaker's yard,
her body parts to plunder.
Despite her years she's greatly loved,
her lines to be admired,
and she can still put on a turn of speed
to get the adrenaline fired.
Out on the highway she likes to go
and keep up with the traffic.
But serious problems can arise,
when all the cars are static.
The water in her engine boils
and out the steam comes hissing,
she doesn't have a temperature fan
but it's not exactly missing.
It simply wasn't ever there
like modern cars today,
there's so much missing with vintage cars,
it's the price you have to pay.
But for all her lack of equipment
and of technology,
there's something intangible this car has,
this lovely old MG.
It's that distinct smell of old car,
of walnut and of leather,
a fragrance that's so captivating,
it doesn't get much better.
Then there's her style & grace & beauty
and class in overload,
but her greatest asset is the fun you can have,
that comes by the bucketload.
Love the car, Spangler! I can almost smell the well-nourished leather seats from here. 
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