The gap in the wall by a blackberry hedge
Has led me to this stinging field.
Above, beyond, a glittering patch of coloured angel dust
Suggests the drama has begun.
While power lines, tamed into a music phrase
Dance wide across the sky
Towards the breaking sun
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Tag: angel dust
pink morning 1. basic calligraphy. Y for you
6 March 6.40am
The sun at 4 minutes to seven this morning
beyond the power lines
Pink on Blue. Best one of six. Is it magic?
Never ever eat greasy potato crisps while taking photos!
March 4.
By afternoon the dripping washing that I had hung outside early, was dried entirely, by the wind, the breezes and the sun. Another orange frog sat there and had his photograph taken and all the crocus, petals deep purple, opened up and flashed bright gold. A plane flew past; a couple of other things happened, but it was the laundry that took the biscuit….. still smells like a sea breeze! Life doesn’t get better than that! How was your day?
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Last breath. Ever more beautiful. Paper. Pastel colour wash.Part framed in stone.
Spikey trees surprised to see sun throwing rainbows
methodology: saturation in blue plus b….. cold weather which slightly steamed up the lens to the left, coupled with my latest quest at generally looking for rainbows anyway. Insomnia helps! And hey… its the first day of Spring!
Wood: I could be your lady
In its past this aching lovely tree
Was pruned with heavy hands
And left with its weeping wounds to heal alone
Growing useful, monstrous, silent scars, accepted
As a kind of beauty on its own!
But, if you look close……
You’ll see just one scar still crying
Open there among the rest.
The lady sits there still in waiting, ready
To be shaped in new shades of beauty
By a gentle Sculptor’s pair of hands!
Gill McGrath.
(About a local tree. Part. Gnarled by pollarding) press the thumbnail for detail
The girl next door
has flowers in her hair
and dances to the light of the moon
from my neighbourhood door collection (with stories) 
Part 2. definitions: flying lines. have reached my beach
So I turned up the yellow. Join me on my private beach!
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