Saturday, May 7

The house has two terraces, both of which enable us to sit and look out over the road. Opposite we can see two large houses, neither occupied. The one directly opposite has a swimming pool that nobody has emptied. It has gradually filled with green algae and now we can hear a chorus of frogs every evening.

We like the sound of the frogs.

Tonight we sit on the first floor terrace, looking out. I photograph the house over the road by the light of an approaching motorbike.

The result either looks painterly or like a photograph that I should have thrown away. Me, I go with painterly.