New paintings and regular art updates.
Variegated Holly. Taken a few weeks ago. On a bright, sunny day. The blue sky was reflected off the shiny surface of the leaves. I like the way the spiky edges add to the textures. Holly can be male or female. The female plants are the ones that grow the berries.
A formidable hedging plant, it grows slowly but if your not careful it can grow up out of reach. It needs pruning to keep it in shape. And with the sharp pickles it can be painful to trim.
I put a random word in the photo search here “warch” and this came up.. What is it? Some form of lights?
Random thoughts are… A train level crossing warning light? Basically because of the cross behind the lights… But where does “warch” come in….
I was actually looking for Watch, but misspelt it so I just decided to make this a bit of an odd post. I can’t think of something to write about, the world is not a good place at the moment. Sorry to be boring, just losing the plot slightly.
My friend made this 8 years ago. The buttons were placed in a bowl and glued in place with PVA adhesive. It’s clear plastic spaces have now turned white over time. A few buttons broke off the edge of it but it’s still substantially the same.
It’s in the bathroom near the window but it’s managed to last all these years. I wonder how much longer it will be around, I might give it to another friend to use as a source of buttons if it starts to deteriorate. Only time will tell.
Strange how things look
When you cook
Sautéed mushrooms
Nicely softened
A touch of brown
Like autumn leaves
The spoon?
A trunk.
And suddenly
A mushroom tree
Beauty?
Moss growing on twigs, is it surviving from last year, or newly refreshed? I loved it’s bright lime green colour against the grey world. Not much else to say about this photo. Low pressure weather system view.
Not my horse
Or one I’ve met
Just appeared in my gallery
Must have flown in
Pegasus style
Jumping in with a smile
On his long face
Grinning teeth glitter
In the sunshine
Happy as Larry.
I wish it was Rose day
Summer scented
Whiffs wafting
In the bright sunlight.
No thought of winter
Or sadness
Or dark days
Just glorious beauty
High up
Entrancing
Captivating my soul.
The contrast
My life in shadow
One problem with a large cat on the stairs is trying to get past him. He’s almost big enough to to fit across the whole width, so if he’s there in the morning I have to tread very gingerly. He’s one of those cats who are so self important they plonk themselves down, or stretch in the most inconvenient places, in a doorway, or by the armchairs so I have to sidle past him.
It’s a nuisance because I’m not very steady on my feet, life is like that, I wish we had nine lives like cats.
Little cat
On the mat,
slept for 5
Then off he went
Off to get
A bit of food
Because his mood
Is hungry.
Not a good poem
But it’s nice to see him so relaxed.
She purrs
She sleeps
She loafs.
Upon my bed
In the warm.
No space for me
My feet
My hands
My body
My head
Overcome by a cat!
Mallaband-Brown