Friday, 24 July 2009

Importance of feathered friends



Yawn, hello . . .
Late night last night, BBQ, mountain of washing up, started watching 'life on Mars' at 12.30am, then to be woken by passing alarm call train at 6.30am.
Anyway.
The first thought I had when looking out of the bedroom window this morning was about birds. There was one passing, there always is. A solitary small black shape against the rushing clouds.
Someone asked me at an exposition recently why I usually include birds in paintings. I couldn't say for sure. Now I can. They are part of our every moment whether it be a manky pigeon in a London square, or a wheeling swift on a scented breeze.

1 comment:

  1. It's odd but I frequently include birds in poems too, possibly because I'm always aware of the swifts whirling around outside the house while I'm typing here at the keyboard.

    I see you like the word manky. Good stuff, great word.

    Ed

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