Before the pounce

There was a sudden movement out of the darkness: a phalanx of kittens

Tissue box chimney

Dorcas enjoys arranging her collection in interesting configurations

Gentle imposters

He is not a koala, and this is not a letter box

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE. Actually, this is not the 365th daily image either. Some of us do not count especially well. The Knowledge's one-per-day project is now really one year and two days old, and began on 28 December 2009, inspired by Smashing Magazine's challenge to design something every day. My lasting thanks to Mitch, Elaine, Jane and Chris for support and encouragement.

Take this bowl, she said

So he did

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FOUR.

Ramona's handy ducks

It was her favourite illusion

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY THREE.

Not much space hopper

He was sure he'd conquer the challenges with a little practice

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO. 

Christmas legs

There's a lot to admire in the afternoon light

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY ONE. 

Painted moon

The old cowboys cherished the dream of a sky without a sunset

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY.

Why the long face?

Val is faintly amused by such unoriginal quips

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY NINE.

In the corner

He might have been standing there a little too long

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY EIGHT.

The human phonecall

He was desperate to make a connection... with anybody

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SEVEN.

Fruit umbrellas

Initial tests have been disappointing

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY SIX.

Cabbage duty

She'd be ready to sweep those caterpillars out of town

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FIVE.

Signalling by balloon

It mighn't be quite accurate, but it seems to make an impact

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOUR.

Mediation for dummies

Starting a dialogue might be tricky

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY THREE.

Doors indoors

One of life's little enrichments, a door of one's own

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO.

Improvised antlers

Sandy and Pet prepare for the Christmas party

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY ONE.

Playing the spoons

Alphonse presents Fidelma and Darlene's spoon duet

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY.

Sometimes it flies

Sometimes it combusts

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY NINE.

Double equilibrium

How to stay daintily upright under almost all circumstances

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY EIGHT. 

Time booth

Sooner or later, everyone needs a little top-up

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY SEVEN.

Spontaneous paisley

Nobody was surprised when the pattern got up to dance

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY SIX. 

Suds

Handmade daily by distracted fairies 

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE.

A picture picture

Renzo, Enoch and the early example of Pop Art

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY FOUR.

We, the under-identified

The Anti Classification League Works Outing, 1999

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY THREE. Mention needs to be made today about the passing of  Norman Hetherington, creator of Mr Squiggle and beloved by many a square-eyed Australian child. For forty years, Mr Squiggle's gentle demeanour, upside down drawings inspired by the random markings sent in by his young audience, and ability to travel to the moon in a rather flimsy rocket gave us something beguiling that seems to be missing from modern television. "How's that, Miss Pat?"

No, basically

The minder of doors is adept at not noticing you

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY TWO.

Humdrum hum

Snooze, Leyton, while the machines tumble on

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY ONE.

Coffee pot pose

Lynda's more assertive moods are usually signalled by a characteristic stance

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY.

Found bear

I found this... would you like to see?

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY NINE.

Owl robot

Carlingford Sykes' 29th invention leaves him bemused, May 1905

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY EIGHT.

Ladybirds' leisuretime

After business hours, there was time for contemplating small things

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN.

Door

It seems to have a lot of potential

DAY THREE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SIX.