Your bricks and windows are staring down at me,
a cold wind picks up the few scattered leaves that have invaded the space.
As the sun sets the air glows frozen grey blue,
Pouring cold into green grey tarmac surrounded by factory buildings.
Water droplets frost the car windscreens sitting on the parking lot,
“We are watching you” you seem to whisper, and, I look up to see what may be there.
But just blank and broken windows look back in a long black stare.
Getting in my car I carefully wash away the mist, old buddlea branches scraping the paintwork,
left and left again, into the street, and away from old creeping ghosts and memories of Clay.
You sat a while, washing, paws crossed in contentment. A tiny leaf near to you, ready for the swift pounce when you see it again. Then dance around the room, catching, lifting it up in the air, only to see it fall again. Your eyes gleam as you lick a back leg, plotting a swift twitch of your paw. A substitute mouse or bird, but far less cruel. Cat you have got cattitude!
Two photos first with flash, second without….
How can you tell.
Dark side of the moon.
Selene, splendid moon.
I love you moon,
By your light I see my way.
Point me in the right direction,
Follow moon till day.
Oh I do like pattern
I do like dots,
I like shape and colour
Lots and lots.
I like tessellation and
I like playing with shapes
That’s what makes
Art from dots
Red leaves sprawl on the ground. Reddish brown flights of fancy.
Reddish butterflies spin and whirl. Red and yellow stir the air.
Rubera and Ochre and verdant green. Colours of Autumn shape the world. Russet fingers fling outwards.
Brown’s burn to red, fire and gold. Blackened and rotting as cold and rain dampen their crisp outlines.
Give back to the soil, returning to earth. Wilderness and suburbs mashed together, following the floating leaves down stream to the sea.
Life renews, water falls, tree branches lie dormant until warmth returns to rebuild their leaves from the air we breathe.
Progress takes time and thought,
Progress means learning,
Finding your way,
Looking back as well as forward,
Learn from your mistakes,
Find your technique,,
Give time a chance and
Catch up with yourself.
Mind is strange,
Mind knows and sees.
Mind gets ahead, sees a solution
Before you know
Grow and progress
I was just going to write a short note about how this is progressing but it turned into a little poem. Better get back to work.