Look! someone’s busy in the garden:
This flower is a part of the MIL’s garden.
Silhouette of one of the shell lamps hanging in the second floor pocket garden in my MIL’s house.
This is how the shell lamp looks like in a brighter photo.
Here they are hanging in a row under the wooden trellis.
When we are there, I love to see the sky turn orange during dusk, as seen in this photo.
What a pleasant surprise, I actually featured this same photo in a post a year plus a few days later.
Writing has always been seems easy for me. Thoughts seem to be easily transferred in encoded letters and in hand-written ones as well.
Along the way, taking photos has taken my writing a step further because I can reflect on different things captured in pixels. These may be symbolic, melodramatic or just plain rambling of randomness silly ideas but since these thoughts are mine, I have to make the most of this capacity to spurn and churn words as long as I can still do so.
This photo has inspired me to write not about sunsets but about getting old but the post is still in a draft and has yet to be published. I hope it’s going to be soon.
Roses are red, violets are blue.
Roses can have an orange hue!
I took the photo of the rose on the red paper to see the contrast of both colors.
Orange flames from burning twigs which a neighbor burned.
I love my neighbors. A big NOT. Continue reading