The Challenge: day 2…

the art of tra.nsformation art of tra. discuss……
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The sun has it
~ the art ~ that is
~ She takes this place
and whispers mist
then simply waits~
(for me to click!)
Gill McGrath© this morning June 25. 5 to 5
sunrise described [artoftra© 2015]

…..That was my challenge attempt for today 2/5
Thank you for the invite Holly a wonderful and gifted poet @ heartafire …go there!

The challenge is –
“Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge. So….

……. I challenge Dr Ali who has a very special way with words….

today. 5.30 am blur. with a strange bird……!

This little bird looks a bit of a peach as picked up by the camera in the morning glow earlier. The tiny white feathered  bird was simply sitting there facing the sun, all on his(her) own. So just three bleary shots!  and then it flew away; no time for anything clearer or any more shots. It simply disappeared. I would love to identify him(her). I have never seen anything like him(her) round here before although it could be the visitor who fleetingly visited our bird bath a day or two ago.

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2015 05 21 sunrise at 519 DSCN5674 jpg sig5.20am

2015 05 21 530 sunrise DSCN5695 jpg sig 5.29am

This is what the bird was looking at!

Gill McGrath© May 21 … another beautiful day!


Dawn …. moments before the sun

from pink to peach as a kettle boiled…..
2015 02 17  7 19 predawn  and then the morning came jpg sig 7.19 am Gill McGrath ©

2015 02 17  7 22 predawn  and then the morning came  first jpg sig 7 22 am Gill McGrath©

2015 02 17 7 25  and then the morning came  1 jpg sig 7 25 am Gill McGrath ©

2015 02 17  7 26  and then the morning came 2 jpg sig 7 26 am Gill McGrath©
Diary.February 17
7.18 am
put the kettle on
went out to catch the sun
nearly settled
for the pink
turned away
looked back
and there it was
sun like a peach
melba for breakfast