After a long run with lily on the bike, we head back to the house for a little R&R as the orange sun sets.
Then I play this man in the orange shirt's piano solos...
and everything around me turns orange...
Birdie drapes an orange chair...
Three clementines...
A salad's carrots...
A jar of mustard...
A copy of Rilke's Elegies found last weekend in the Oxfam shop and not put away...
Lily stretching on an orange mat...
What's orange in your world tonight?
8 comments:
I don't know you and came across this randomly but I love your photos and essays, even though mustard is yellow not orange.
holy shit, Jill, you're right! I think I was blinded by the orange-ness of everything around me.
I'll have to send you the photos, but I was blinded by the Orangeness of the walls of my bathroom. Hadn't been cleaned in a while. Yikes.
hmmmm . . . this brings to mind green things with little orange hairs
My psyche is at security level orange. Does that count?
y'all are killing me over here!
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only 499 left after I go for mine.
I'm not saying this to be a dick...
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