I like this, the way everything seemed to line up. The wind spinner, lilies and the chair, and I like the colour combinations. The copper colours with the greens and browns. The cloud cover seemed to enhance the shadows as the sun crept out from between them. The calla lily infront of the budda.
Old goat guarding a wild flower garden
High up on the Welsh mountain.
Up on the Great Orme
In the sunshine.
Old Green copper goat
Ready to butt the unwary
Frozen on top of curved copper.
Your sunny temperament
Your ruminating smile,
Old goat stay on your plinth
Do not come down and chase me.
Such a lovely tree
Burnished copper and purple,
I want you to be mine.
Plant you in the garden,
Let your roots entwine
Copper Beech you beauty,
you are so fine.
Copper and bronze
Hanging above our heads,
Shining in the summer sun.
Autumn, your leaves are shed.
I took this photo a few months ago with the intention of doing a painting. It struck me that the copper beech behind it shows off the verdigris of the horse really well and the wooden plinth it is on mimics the tree trunk behind it. Trentham lake is in the distance. I’m not sure if it’s significance but I do like it. I’m guessing it could be based on a Greco-Roman or Celtic design? I could try and find out, but I just like it as it is.
Am I on Earth or an alien planet? I thought. I was walking around the lake, the ground was wet. In the distance I could see a metal spike rising up from the ground, with something sticking out, attached to it.
I got closer, the thing was clearly metallic, greenish copper coloured.
It was a sculpture of a frog, feet wrapped around the spike. It seemed to be looking at me? How? Its metal isn’t it?
Then it moved! One arm came up, it rubbed its eye in that odd way frogs do. It opened its mouth. .. The last thing I remember was its tongue flashing out, catching me round the neck. . The world faded.
I did a glass workshop a while ago using blue glass and copper and silver and Mica and different coloured foil.
I then asked a friend if she could do some wire weaving around them to turn them into fabulous necklaces. A few months later (she is quite ill so can only work on things occasionally) I collected these lovely things.
I’ve included front and backs so you can see how they are held in place and the intriguing patterns of wire on their backs. They come complete with gold coloured chains with loops and bars to open and close them.
They are for sale so contact me if you want a unique gift or treat for yourself.
Now there once were giant people throughout the lands. The Southern Giants were strong and smart, they were made of copper and bronze and shone in the sunlight. But the Northern Giants were also strong, and as they lived in the winter lands they were made of ice as hard as Iron. They could breath ice and snow when they fought. Because of this they were known as the Ice Giants.
After many years of war, Ralf, King of the Southern giants went to fight with them. He knew that if he did not win his lands would be forfeit and his wife would be killed by his enemies.
Lora, his wife, was scared when he told her his plans, but she knew he would have to go to save their fellow giants.
She watched him leave and cried tears which fell into her lap and made a huge pool of liquid copper, each tear making a ripple many feet high.
As she waited she thought she heard him calling her, she stood up and the copper spilled onto the ground, making a lake of copper at the base of the mountains where they lived.
Meanwhile in the North the Giants fought each other to a standstill. Ralf was winning, but as the battle came to an end one Ice Giant hit a fatal blow against him. He was dying but he hit back and felled the last Ice Giant.
His wife foresaw his death and started to weep again, she could not bear his loss. Her tears flowed over the land. Then the wind strengthened from the North. Forcing Lora to stand and start to run from its freezing grip. She was so tall that her tears fell from such a great height that they froze solid and shattered as they hit the ground.
It is said that there is a land in the south where her tears sit like trees in a forest, they are so many. And if you are far away you see the autumn colours of their copper and bronzes glinting in the sunlight.