Life Imitates Art
Gill McGrath© February 13
air aria
Tag: glass
Time for Grace
artless open sweet
Gill McGrath© November 26
winter pastel. steam. on glass
where soon enough ~ Jack Frost will follow
the carefully placed trails
and sign his autograph
Gill McGrath© November 24 2015
glass drops
with ribbons
Gill McGrath© November 19
out of the blue ~ after the rain
a sunset tonight
Gill McGrath© October 7
reflections on glass in the wind…..
still blowing through streets
~ where in one dark vacant space
post collects on the floor and ~
dust shades the window
splattered with paint
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Gill McGrath© May 6
light line
low placed sun
on window ledge
making gems
Gill McGrath© January 18 description
sunset warns rain: but it won’t stop play
The dark clouds mixed with curious pink last evening.
A warning. Of rain bursts in bucket loads today……
It will rain, as it always does to make Wimbledon stop, start, start stop… the tennis…and by a miracle…. the roof of glass will move and tennis will carry on, so lazy TV sports and home birds sit and look.
Rain, it will burst!… as it always does on Glastonbury; to make a mud bath, a unique summer pudding, set to music, in a field………
But before the warning up there in the sky; that summer has taken yet another twisted turn; for sitting in…… or out…..….
I, had in the soil, planted, just yesterday, some leaves, with strong roots born earlier in a sheltered place, warmed by a thing these tender green young things knew of, knew, that it glowed through,beyond, the glass above them…. (The sun)
Now these charming up starts sit in the rain soaked border AS IF SET FREE… now wallowing in a crazy night time wet, care free, without even knowing they are flowers yet!
They have grown I do believe in the rainfall overnight
Perkily they must have sat content just then, without glass, looking for the stars and devil moon (who even troubles me), who hides and looks and looks and hides.
Not quite the same as looking for the sun they already know….
Who hides here, out of sight unsettled, behind, under glass, who, waits ready to warm hearts and feet again…..and to dry washing soon enough….
Diary. Gill McGrath. June 28
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ABOUT a Kite that can’t Fly and a Snail that Can ! And watching the Moon GOoooo….
….. towards floaty music for the night time car ride home:
‘I believe I can fly’
(squeeze for a kite)
The kite has been stuck up there since the end of last summer and has been there for all to see in the bare branches all winter. No one can get it down, although we did try. It has seen every sunrise from there ever since. So weighing the restraints of being stuck up there against sitting in a prize place; where it can play up there with the moon and the stars and even count cars; the kite can’t be that unhappy! So there it stays. We photograph it from time to time and hang it up on a white wall and compare leaves (or no leaves at all) and admire the blue against blue and change the colours generally. It has become a project; a piece of art outside the bathroom! Or, the kite can be seen from afar as a delightful sign post out on the road which shows everyone where we live near a pole. It still wishes it could fly though…..
(press to see the snail a bird and slime)
……and here’s another one who thinks it can fly, but who cannot so has decided to settle for sliding up glass. A snail. Its not the first time he has done this (he is well photographed but is not hanging on walls yet). If you have ‘squeezed’ for the bird you will see that the snail is flying higher than the bird on the line! Or at least it looks like that. The snail either believes he can fly or he is just an act, kidding everyone. Actually he is due to disappear ; when some other bird will fly at the window and eat him rather dramatically….
We all really wanted to believe that the snail could fly. Its seriously good fun to play really clever and funny tricks with the camera, when it rains and the house is full…Someone wanted to call him a UFO or maybe a flying owl but we all got stuck on calling him a snail, a snail who can fly although this one was brought down to earth as mentioned above fairly quickly……..
Little Pony was found in the bathroom, too late. And one pink sock was found just as the car left…… The moon, must have started to move, as fast as they were, just then…..
Gill Diary
Below: Song for all kites and snails (visiting or otherwise)
who watch the moon go fast (in cars).
GillMcG copyright 2014.for FH/SKYProject
But remember to watch out for the big bird who will eat you if you keep sliding up glass.
Gill McGrath 