
A Bird from Greece
Appeared over the way
Winter’s Golden Bird
Gill McGrath© tonight at 4 (caught on the end of that line!)
Tag: sunset
Mirage of snow. Sunset. Over my house!

Snow? You saw it here first! Winter came as if by magic tonight over my house!(Sniffed it at 2.30 today honestly)see previous post But Snow? A Cloud bank hung over well above the horizon line today without touching it and allowed the sun to drop out of sight in sight all the way through till 15.52. The bank of cloud has been glued to the horizon lately every evening and the sun has waved its final goodnight usually around 3 as far as cloud cover.So the sky tonight was a wonderful pink to red for lot longer tonight where it should be.But I like this the 3.30 line. The snow is a little yellow I guess but heh! Its my photograph. There has been no fiddling its simply sunlight at play. So Yesterday the robin looked like a Christmas card and tonight the sunset looks like one too. Yeah Hello Decemeber!
Gill McGrath© photo taken at 3.30pm
!!eriF*Fire!! : Shots. Between. Runs. No time
All three photos were taken on November 5 (UK Bonfire night) in the two fields either side of my house. Here is a sequence taken casually during the course of about an hour in the changing light that night.( times approximate).
One – at the fireworks party at 6.00 pm in the rabbit’s allotment field to one side.
Then- the sunset (detail) at 5.00 pm from my turret in the middle.
And then the moon hanging in the huge space, the farmers rabbit field with the wide horizon. I simply abandoned the fabulous comfortable sunset seat and dashed over to the moon to grab it before the clouds could as soon as I noticed it in the light pink sky.
I am not sure which piece of the the sky took more of my breath that evening. At first it was the silent and dramatic spangled sky from the house; then back to a silent gentle night just before lights out as it rushed silently over the field, then forward , back again to a dark and a rather noisy light driven shining on indigo crackling, in the cosiest field! I could only hope in the end that the rabbits had made a run for it through and out of the middle of it, to the quieter place on the other side, run,running towards the moon, but I didn’t see them.
Gill McGrath©












