from a rather scruffy garden hedge
that needs a cut
that will have to wait
a bird can see
gold…
6.49am
6.49am
7.10 am… beyond the wires a high white mist.. not cloud…the sun
8.06am
Back at the hedge….look close… she’s sitting there!
Gill McGrath©
breathing
in the pink and blue
a pigeon sits has found the moon!
sun climbs the line
is out of view
where
the pigeon walks
the lady smiles
stretching through the mist….. Gill McGrath© [April 8]
5.45am
5.45am
6.05am
6.06am
6.20am
6.33am
6.35 am [sunrise. first glimpse]
6.36am
6.39am
6.39am
7.00am
a tree
same lady
hid there yesterday
in a mist
7.00am
Gill McGrath© April 8
is saying
I can’t see
a thing…..
there ain’t no sun and
the horizon has gone!
[late sunrise (!)photographed around 7.30 am today
no change at 10.30 am so far]
Gill McGrath © April 7
on the evening
before lights out…
Gill McGrath tonight 7.30pm – 7.40pm sunset April 6
in a pink and blue mist
by the whispering moon
as the quarter bell rings
…its where the bird sits
the peach air breathes
dew drips from the gate
the spangling grass sings
[titles of photo sequence from 6.27 until 7.07 am this morning] Gill McGrath©
(6.45am) yes it did!
Gill McGrath© April 6
(press for more detail)
wet is the color
grey is the name or fly <press
New shoots making their claim
And the kite that can’t fly today!
The kite that can’t fly ‘as was’ last summer….
Press Kite to fly or color me in
Gill McGrath© Diary today. March 3 Good Friday 7.00 am color in the fields ~ (sky project©)
Happy Happy Easter!!!
6.38am
6.42am (see that bird!)
6.43am
6.48am
6.51am
7.00am…..
……who flew all the way home
and sat on the wires….
just for me!
Gill McGrath© April 1
[Easter bunnies Yeah!]
while the moon hung
in pink sky
to the side
of the hill
the sun
started to fool
looked like
‘Fag Ash Lil’
7.18 pm sun setting
7.29pm pink sky moon side ~ opposite sun
7.30pm moon ~ over blossom
blossom ~ moon side
Gill McGrath© March 31.
All photos taken in a blistering wind
with a bird…
5.53am
5.55am
5.55am
5.58am
6.01am
6.01am
Gill McGrath© today March 27
as if in the dark
I glimpse you
a light shining through you
tracing the edges of your being
against the trees
eyes misted
limbs windswept
singing silent
at the edge of spring…
Gill McGrath © March 23
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