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Click on the photographs to enlarge them. They are well worth a closer look....
Bag

This is a black plastic bin bag, torn and blown, caught on the rusting barbs of a fence. I saw this while I was out walking and its peculiar torment on the wire took my eye...

It reared up, like an ancient carnivore as a car sped past, fumes choking, wind pulling with reckless abandon...

I moved around for a better view, to snatch a picture. Almost as if it noticed my silent witness of its end, it  whipped a black scorpion tail of shredded plastic at my face....

And then, the discarded bag seemed to thicken in the cold air and point up to the black underbelly of the dark cloud above us. The wind hissed through the razor wire...

.......what have we done?
.......Hmmm. I just read the above back to myself. Possibly I had a little too much sugar and oxygen that day, but the shapes that bag pulled were very striking. It did look like some kind of creature at the end. When I saw the photographs I had taken I was struck by how odd they looked; frightening, even. But how can a plastic bag be something sinister? Well, the environmentalists would say what we discard as rubbish and pollution will come back to haunt us in the future

Time will tell