How many days now? Eight hundred and eighty something? Some days, thereís not much time for photography. You see something and tell yourself that youíll grab a quick shot of that when you get a moment. Today, thatíll be a momentís break from fitting new architrave and skirting boards. The late afternoon sun made this grass, growing in the gutter of our old shed, glow against the red rust of the old steel roof. I finally find time at 6pm, just before the sun disappears behind some trees.