COLOUR FOR A RAINY DAY

It's mid-summer.  The skies are grey but there is colour if you go looking for it.
 

Harriet and Ellie help to make a Spiderman chocolate cake ... Smarties being a dominant feature.

Raindrops on roses

 Wedgewood Bizarre Clarice Cliff plaates in local Oxfam shop.

 

 Wooden spoons in Provand's Lordship, Glasgow.

 Anne's Orchid found in the garden ... Lesser Butterfly Orchid? 

VW at local vintage car show

FISCHINER FLUTTERINGS

Oskar Wilhelm Fischinger was a German-American abstract animator, filmmaker, and painter, notable for creating abstract musical animation many decades before the appearance of computer graphics and music videos.

I know this because Google has done a Doodle:

I clicked on it and made my own which is this:

http://g.co/doodle/xy2bd5


Amazing! I love it!  It's really a 'riff'.

I will call it Flutterings ...  after the pigeons in George Square last week.
 

 Fischinger image Wikipedia.

GLASGOW 'S STILL BUZZING

I was in the city centre of Glasgow today.  Absolutely buzzing!

Glasgow Art School's Final Year Show is on.  Here are some eye-catching textile dispalys; names to watch out for.

 Poppy Tuckley

 

 Katie Connell

 

Becky Moore

 A sculpture made of reeds.  It's a high heeled shoe... quite clever!
 

George Square had this crane hoisting a table full of folk.  People were queuing to be seated around the 22 seated 'bar' and were being served something fizzy in tall glasses.  Then once strapped in the whole 'table' was hoisted 100 feet into the air.

Well ... whatever turns you on....

 Apparently it's a pop-up restaurant:

"THE HIGH LIFE Sky restaurant ... is set to welcome first diners this weekend – Punters will be fastened into their seats as they hover above the city while enjoying a selection from some top restaurants." [ Sun newspaper].

The Victorian statues in George Square are oblivious of the sky hoist event...

Clive of India must be turning in his grave

FOR THE LOVE OF CHERRIES

Cherries (really, any of the soft fruits) can sometimes gives me a problem in my old age living in the UK.  It comes  from growing up on what they call in Britain a "fruit farm'.  We had an orchard.  We grew apples and cherries (in the North Okanagan, British Columbia. It was too far north for peaches, apricots and pears but they were a-plenty in season.)

These seaonsal thoughts come about because I had a recent conversation where I was being 'enlightened' about cherries. I thought to myself "D'ya know... I could write a book about cherries!" 

In fact, it reminds me of  Isak Dinesen aka Karen Blizen's book Out of Africa where her opening line is:

"I had a farm in Africa..."

Yes, I would start the book

"We had an orchard." 

Maybe I should stick to painting ... like this one:  

However here is my treat to myself today:

The first of the season's cherries 'Giant Prime',  very fresh, which came from Spain (don't think about the air miles!). They are not Okanagan, but never mind ...  plus some roses from the garden and a glass of wine courtesy of Mairi.

And here is one of my favourite old photos (early 1970s).  It is our cherry stand on the Trans-Canada Highway. Plywood sides, cardboard containers holding 25 cents a pound fruit and wee new baby Kim in the weighing scales next to the area where we washed and patted dry the cherries before filling each box on the scales.   Would those be my mother's roses in the lower right triangle shape in the photo?  (People used to remark on those roses as much as the fruit, as I recall!)

Happy Days!