It is a beautiful day, I feel a red day coming on. Red is a happy color for me, and I find I use it a lot in my photographs.
Just a touch of red.
My earrings in the tray of my Jeep Wrangler.
My daughter on a lopsided park bench.
Huge moons there wax and wane Again--again--again Every moment of the night-- Forever changing places-- And they put out the starlight With the breath from their pale faces. Edgar Allen Poe