I especially love the wee fellow on the twigs. He blends with the sticks, yet maintains his optical illusion of spikes. The sunset colors I could eat and the blossoms at the house make my nose tickle. Thank you.
Indeed. The light is magical and indescribable. My feeble attempts at the morning and evening color gradients can never capture the nuance and subtlety of that light as it shifts. xoxo
I especially love the wee fellow on the twigs. He blends with the sticks, yet maintains his optical illusion of spikes. The sunset colors I could eat and the blossoms at the house make my nose tickle. Thank you.
Oh, the wee fellow is my fair-weather friend. He appeared on the porch this week 🙂
I used to wonder about “the light” Georgia O’Keeffe used to talk about and then you get to New Mexico and it takes your breath away.
Rest well.
Indeed. The light is magical and indescribable. My feeble attempts at the morning and evening color gradients can never capture the nuance and subtlety of that light as it shifts. xoxo