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!