Well, mostly travels anyway. This is really just an excuse to tell stories about places I’ve been or adventures I’ve experienced. I hope you find them entertaining.
A few weeks ago, I published a post that asked, “Who Needs Color, Anyway?“, showing beauty in black and white. The premise suggested that we find beauty in form, texture, and contrast; that color was just window dressing.
This post suggests that premise was a bunch of hogwash; that color is intrinsic to beauty, and the living colors of nature are exhibit A.
When we left off, we left with promises of a mystery mansion.
Pffffttt! Mansions are for wannabes. A short stroll around a modern subdivision reveals house after house with 2000 square foot plus floor plans. They’re so common they’ve invited the term “McMansions“.
The place we’re talking about is no mere mansion.
When we think of flowers, the first thing that comes to mind are the colors that give each of them their distinct character, beauty, and mood.
But are colors really necessary to make a flower beautiful?
1776. A group of Founding Fathers joined together and declared independence from Great Britain, creating that famous document beginning with the words, “When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands…”
I bet you thought those fine fellows were first off the mark, writing such rebellious rhetoric.
I’ve considered two openings for this post. Which do you like better?
And as we walked down the garden path, she sang to us, beautifully.
“Excuse me, Sherlock, but there’s this insistent fellow from a place called ‘WordPress’ who’s been hounding me about a missing ‘blogger’. I don’t understand what he’s talking about, but could you see to him?”
It was a dark and stormy night.
The hieroglyphics on the beach were obscure and alien.
The dreams of my second night seemed so real at first. Then it got weird.