Mind your own business
I have a great deal to do
I need to scurry.
by Scooj
Mind your own business
I have a great deal to do
I need to scurry.
by Scooj
Still for a moment,
frenetic journey frozen;
an angel in blue.
by Scooj
You can’t hide from me
I have naturalist’s eyes
I see living things.
by Scooj
Little Jenny wren
sings her heart out; doing so
she makes mine sing too.
by Scooj
On Bristol’s fair Downs
she settles by a clover
plant, oblivious.
by Scooj
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Gulls in thermals swoop
and stall, feasting on new queens;
tiny protein treats.
.
by Scooj
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On my arrival
I am greeted by a young
pair of goldfinches.
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by Scooj
A couple of weeks back, we were blessed. Aspire made a trip back to Bristol, from his new home in London, and while he was here, he sprayed a couple of pieces, one of which was this magnificent pigeon in one of the Stokes Croft arches.

Although Aspire himself talked this piece down…’painted with some dregs from a recent job in Bristol this week’, I happen to think it is yet another example of his mastery of his craft.

The gold background is inspired, and actually draws the piece closer to the breakdancing Jesus by Cosmo Sarson which has gilt paint stretching high on a wall some 50 metres away.

This was not the only spraying Aspire managed on his short trip, and I will be posting about another piece soon. So glad he could make time to brighten up our streets again.
Sweetest pair of wrens
disproportionate voices
lightening my heart.
by Scooj
Imagination
playing tricks; I’ll not be found.
I am a twig, me.
by Scooj