It’s somewhat freeing to write whatever and use whatever photo.
This just jumped out at me from my array of old photos. That achingly sharp yellow juxtaposed with the almost-fuschia is pretty striking.
We walked in a county park today, along bark-chipped and/or dusty trails. It wasn’t nearly as lovely as the beach or the botanical gardens. It was hot, even though it wasn’t. I seem to get less and less tolerant of weather extremes as time tramples on. A weather wimp, I call myself. A comfort addict. I hope I don’t let that confine me. Even if it’s a strong preference!
I made some art today. A small piece, and a card. The to-do list is enormous and I need to lose it in the pile and put art on top. ART ON TOP!