It’s been snowing. Not keen on snow, so an excuse to get stuck in to a pile of work to meet deadlines. A shaft of sun one day made me grab my camera and take some shots.
The view from inside wasn’t all grey and white. Step back and the glass on my wide window cills has taken on an added glow against the snow.
The glass panel was done by my daughter at a course on stained glass. I love the way the light comes through it.
I love coloured glass. Glass collectors turn up their wallets at 1960s glass. But I love it. It’s so colourful, and the shapes flow with 60s exuberance.
The coloured glass on my window cills brightens many of my days, especially when the weather is cold and dreich (a wonderfully descriptive Scots word meaning dismal). A flash of colour that raises my spirits.