This time of year the wood look soft with the moss and ferns providing a touch of bright green on a drippy gray day. Moss’s texture catches and reflects light, in almost the same way that glitter does. It appears brighter than anything should almost sunlit at times, even though the sun was AWOL.
Hey Jude for Life in Colour this month chose brown as the theme and asked “what browns can you find in the world?”. I took these photos today thinking about that theme. Brown is a funny color, I often don’t see it. I tend to see things that many people see as brown as shades of red or orange. I think these are brown?
Also this is my entry for Lens Artists: Its a small world.
For some reason when I saw the prompt letter A I thought of artichokes. Not your usual first thought, but I have a thing for them.
These days I don’t go anywhere exciting to hike, but I walk my dogs every day around the neighborhood. Come along with us on a November walk.
Sometimes it’s a chat…
A shared laugh….
The universal language of music…
And sometimes something more…
A quick snarl from this lioness sent the cubs obediently off. I wish my kid had been so obedient…
My dog, Ginger (the smaller one, she belonged to my grandma at the time) and my Dad’s dog Sam (now deceased) were really good friends. One visit when Ginger espied Sam she raced off and they looked like they were hugging. I managed to grab a picture of them hugging on our arrival before they ran toward me to say hi to me.
The Len’s Artist’s Challenge this week is also Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge One Single Flower.
I walk the same route most mornings with the dogs. This lets me keep an eye on progress. This pale pink peony bush has been on my mind of late. today’s sunshine brought it out all the way.
…oh how it rained! We were visiting the Longji terraced rice fields and there was no way to reschedule. I had a purple rain cape designed for scooter riders to wear. It was extra long in front so it covered my camera. It provided good coverage and blocked both rain and wind, but it was not breathable so I was soaked through anyway. Oh well, it was worth it.
The terraces were pretty in the mist during the few minutes when the clouds lifted. I long to go back when it isn’t the rainy season. That seemed so possible a year ago, now I wonder.