Tag: street

abstract : wall. asphalt. in light particular.

2014 12 16 yellow light brown shadows on grey asphelt jpg sig
it’s two shades of brown shadow
in orange lamp light
on a grey asphalt footpath by a stone wall
so it looks like a step there
even up close
in this really strange light
Wow!… it’s magic

Nah! not magic
it’s just a mauve shadow created by light
showing new dimensions of color
on a flat surface altered by night…..

Nah!not quite
It’s TWO, two shades of brown shadow..
one almost purple just there….
Put in place by TWO differing lights
beaming onto the one dull asphalt surface
on a night path
adding an easy dimension where
orange beams play
tease and fight
casting a new step
one here
and another just there
not to climb
more to trip
next to the wall
It’s not magic at all….
WOoooooooooooooooo
….get up off that floor!

When you count in the night… take care with those shadows!

Gill McGrath© photo taken yesterday evening. in free but altered light. innocence and experience. Ode to Blake

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Why a pigeon moans [ originally ‘why a bird moans’]

Why do Pigeons always moan?
I kind of think I know.
because one bird told me all aglow

in this Pigeon Post I found
by the lines……

…a small tear stained note
in feathery hand……

(You don’t have to believe)but

….this is what it said:

‘Hear me moaning
On the roof again….
My tears are falling fast
It wasn’t meant to be like this
I thought my chicks would fly away
To see the stars
To feel the rain
And then one day
Come flying back to me again
With pretty finds
And chirpy smiles
But they flew off
Too fast too soon
Soared for miles and miles and miles-
And they hardly turned their heads again
So now
I’ve been left forever
On my own cloud of rain
Barely to recover
Barely able to smile again
It’s why I sit here moaning by your bedroom window on the wire
…Oookay To be honest- all the lines around your house…
It’s here I dry my tear stained feathers
And where I turn me into gold
By the Western evening fire’

Golden Bird
2014 09 16 Golden bird on the edge of a sunset jpg sig

If I don’t turn to toast first!

Don’t you just love ’em!

Gill McGrath©[A follow on from Jenny’s Fairies©] originally published  here as ‘why a bird moans ‘In touch with Emma’ September 17 2014

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