Gill McGrath© 5.30pm
Gill McGrath© 5.30pm
Gill McGrath© 5.30pm
Gill McGrath© 5.30pm
the birds were excited earlier….
Gill McGrath sky at 4.45pm
Tag: red
missed it. grabbed the camera.
Gill McGrath©
I wasn’t looking for the sun. I wasn’t expecting to see it at all because of the thick grey cloud which had been clinging tightly to the spot where it usually arrives on time; the bit I keep my eye on. A strange brown light suddenly filled the room. Outside the air looked orange. Grabbing the camera I ran up stairs to find the sun. No sun; I had missed it, but its red trail was disappearing swiftly behind the fir tree across the way and leaving a strong orange glow in the air between here and there. Through the window on the opposite side I could see it throwing a wide ribbon of bright orange light all over the fields at the end of the road; lancing the roof tops, lighting up the windows, dancing through the tops of trees, sprinkling its dust on anything in its wake; orange, bright as fire glow; for two minutes. This is the best I could do before it suddenly ran out of breath, switched off…….
Gill January 27 4.35pm
red wood
Gill McGrath© 11 January
disappearing sun tipping away from a day of vivid baby blue…. [3 pics]
suddenly
red purple pink
and yellow-just a chink- came directly into view
Earlier -same sky
The bird was saying ‘Think..
I’m feeling snow’
Here is thick ice on the bird bath reflecting the sky all day.
Press to see the ice patterns and feel the cold!
Gill McGrath© December 6th.
sun chasing. still. no place like home
Gill McGrath© Christmas Card I reckon.
Autumn. Morning. 8.00 am. I think. By an upstairs window.
The sun’s pink is turning one particular cloud up there. I have to go and chase it like something possessed. Believe me.
Time has no meaning now. I am moving towards the pink dewy cloud; but the delicious candy mist has been caught behind a wedge of weeping woodland trees ….. So now I scurry on uneven ground to see the fledgling sun.
Run, run, don’t go, don’t leave me now, I moan. Please stay….. I sort of sing… and count to ten. And, so along the road, I kind of dance and suddenly at 8.07…….the Sun.
And with the breeze that always comes, flashing cottontails flicker pink and brown, rabbits, by my feet in new cabbage shoots a new stinging edge.
Are they the canny rabbits from three fields away; the ancient,cosy,shooting place, that burned the other day? Well yes I think.
They did n’t stop to smile or say. Instead; they ran away….. from me….shouting ….’here we go again’…. and waved! Believe me.
Back home the robin was waiting for me singing in the figs.No place like home!
Gill McGrath© Diary 29th November 2014
day after day. day after day…nothing moves [ Robin] [3 pics]
Today…
11.00 am
By the window now……
Waiting, waiting for a spark to light the sky
Beyond this new horizon
Framed in familiar layers of pink and purple
Hanging wet in misted lines
Another new dark day
While far off stars still beckon hidden in the blue……
………Just then my robin flew down and began to take his bath 11.07am
Gill McGrath© singing diamonds
[press for the detail eyes,wet feathers,diamonds 3 pics]
(For 3 minutes the bird strutted his stuff- 30 pictures in sequence- everyone a gem!)
Hadn’t seen the robin for a while……
Then this morning he is out there in the garden early
Looking for the sun!
I had been looking at the starlings
Sitting in their tree
Looking for the sun
The same as me
Then I heard a lovely figgy song ~
~ It’s little robin sitting in his tree
Been there all along…….
watching me
Now it’s half past ten
So where’s the sun?
Gill McGrath©
(this little flash of red will do! Diary 7am…)
Robin tried hard to be a Christmas Card today!
He sat by the holly
(with no sign of snow!)
Just a little bit twearly
Gill McGrath© [ for original Robin diary press link]
sing an autumn lullaby
Hush a bye babies on the tree top
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
When the bough breaks
The old red leaves will fall
Leaving baby leaves curled in a tender sweet shawl
Gill McGrath ©2014 [press picture for detail]
autumn. in hold. for a moment
leaves once green
now red
still hang wet
lifted gentle for a while
in gossamer threads
Gill McGrath©
Gill McGrath 