A lot more green now.

Spring green….

The brown stems are still poking up but the new growth is catching them up…

And the sea of reeds from previous months is just a hazy mist outlining the path of the pill.

Very dead looking on the tops this month….

But quite a lot of green too, foreshadowing this year’s growth…

It still reminds me of waves

Now I had been fascinated by the glass in the windows.  I remember it from when I was small.  It waves and it wobbles.  When you look out at the front – particularly in the evenings – you get a sort of cliff of trees and buildings out there, with warm lighted squares of windows, which all sort of slide about and ripple as if they are just going to transform into something else. ……With everything rippling and stretching, you almost think you’re seeing your way through to a potent strange place behind the city.

In our house we have two sets of front doors with a porch in between, and the inner set have gorgeous Victorian stained glass windows.   Well, I’m not sure if it is  the original Victorian glass or if that got blown out during the war, but the other day I hit on the idea of taking photos through them. 

   This is one of them.

And it worked!  But judge for yourself…

I particularly like this one – you can still make out the vague shapes but it is blurry enough to look like something else entirely.

This one just looks like a little picture within the one frame

And how about this through the red? 

This one looks very surreal!

This looks like the washing machine:)

and dry…

Very straw like… a bit like my hair is becoming the older I get…

The sun still shimmers on the reed heads…

Lots of verticals…

I love the way you can almost see the wind shimmer through the reed beds here…

There was lots of mud at the bottom of the pill (the local name for a type of creek, I think) – the tide was out.  And there were LOTS of supermarket trolleys in the bottom… I didn’t take this photo today though…

And this old fountain….

Nature added its bit to the arty element too…

And I love the juxtaposition of the crack, the manmade groove and the lichen on this stone on the old bridge: