quick flashes coloring a view ~

yesterday ~ the evening sun (yeah!)
2015 02 14 evening sky  4.20 jpg sig Gill McGrath© 4 20pm February 14

2015 02 14 4.41 evening jpg sig Gill McGrath© 4 41pm February 14

2015 02 14 506 evening jpg sig Gill McGrath© 4 43pm February 14

2015 02 14 443 evening jpg sig Gill McGrath© 5 06pm February 14

today~ same place ~ mist filled ~ view gone…..

2015 02 15 view gone all day jpg sig Gill McGrath© February 15

….and still they sit

2015 02 15 crows jpg sigGill McGrath© February 15

but here these two no blushes spared ~ found something else to do!

2015 02 15  birds messing around jpg sig Gill McGrath© February 15

so ~ nearly spring ~ is winter done?

The Morning Shift

2014 09 28 shift jpg sig

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One day ago, I suddenly realized, the sun had shifted both ends of the day, along the line. Two days ago the sunset was really bright, but cool although it had been hot all day. Last night it was a fire and the red spread all over the sky on every visible horizon round the house for fifteen minutes. And, the morning colours  are different, where the sun nudges up in the morning in the field, if you can catch it. More like a second rise over the hill…. The sun climbs higher and higher in mist behind cloud, bursting above and through the still clearing mists shimmering white. Even the golden grey pigeon pair sit further apart now! Took me a while to work it out! The sun is acting autumn. Yeah!

Before you know it the trees will be leafless. I love leafless. It must be something to do with being born in November, loving the bare bones of trees, leaves crisp, mulching down underfoot; where the first itsy- bitsy signs of the bulbs that aim to flower in Spring will appear, starting real slow, like a secret, waiting to surprise. You have to know where to look, because they come almost unnoticed at first as they just sit there waiting to be discovered long before they make real headway in the spring and become daffodils!

For now the leaves on trees and hedges seem hardly changed except for the Virginia creeper from green to red, purple and flashes of yellow while a few trees look decidedly tatty and tired.

The pale old kite still looks like it is longing to be saved, ever more noticeable hanging sadly dragging its tail,there in its tree, leaves already crunchy red, untidy and patchy. By the bridge the leaves on ‘that poor achy old ancient tree’ are: still hanging – Miserable –Mortified -With some of the branches and twigs noticeably trying to give up…… longing to sleep.
Gill McGrath© September 29
[Filed at : Dear Emma / Diary 1&2/ Sky project /Field ]
2014 09 29 Fire set jpg sig     2014 09 29 Achy leaves jpg sig    2014 09 28 kite jpg sig   2014 09 28  Achy leaves  on tree on bridge jpg sig  2014 09 20 bridge jpg sig

You are a beautiful double act!

2014 06 23 Two wood pigeons trying to smile jpg sig
I’m having to get used to the idea that there might have been two of you calling here all this time, when I thought you were just one rather beautiful creature! Perhaps you’ll bring along junior next ? (although, me thinks, the bird bath as it is, will not easily accommodate three of you!).

Matinee: Looking at the birds (who watch the sun come up)

2014 04 27 Birds Hermia Lysander  Helena jpg sig

With time to dream
I snapped the birds
Who march in step!
Along the lines, right by my house.

Meet Helena (who flew away)
And Hermia…. who will be biting Lysander soon!

Left to right: Hermia, the loved up Lysander and….. Helena. (Demetrius is off)
(‘All the world’s a stage’: Showing most afternoons)
Gill McGrath. Diary 27th April