Tomatoes make a colorful still life tableau in winter.
Perhaps I'll try letting a few on the vine after frost next fall.
These are brightening some outdoor urns at Denver Botanic Garden.
|Sam thinks this lady needs a snowsuit|
(this photo from Breckenridge)
I'm in Denver for a few days - it's gusty and cold.
Yesterday, when there was a little new snow on the ground,
I saw 2 different men biking with no coats.
One was wearing a thin cotton shirt.
Bundled in my layers, I shivered for them.
(And wondered where their common sense had gone.)
It just keeps snowing in Breckenridge.
The swing is nearly buried.
I dream of sitting there, lazily moving to and fro,
wildflowers blooming around me.
Luckily, I have a vivd imagination.
Last night my Grandson performed in The Stone Soup Opera.
Watching him, I thought of my son when he was 6 -
focused, earnest, eager -
these traits are continuing in a new little boy.
I smile with love and pride.
I like angles.
Interesting shapes and patterns and colors draw my attention.
I'm reading a book just now filled with nuance (A Tale for the Time Being).
Using words and photos to reflect more than the literal is pleasing to me.
Thanks to my friend, Nancy, for hosting
(all photos iPhone 5, edited in Snapseed and TitleFx)