Sunday, November 11

when the blues are a good thing


Yesterday, we took a walk around town. We passed the local high school where a football game was in full marching band fervor with crowds cheering between bleats of the referee's whistle.

As always, when I walk down the west side of college hill where the colonial houses line cobblestone streets, ideas for photo projects surface: a focus on only roofs, only turrets, only name placards (you would not believe some of the names! kooky fun), only street signs (where else but in a city named Providence would the streets be named Friendship, Benevolent, Hope, etc), only funky shutters, only trees .. . it goes on and on.

And I would really like to set that as a goal for myself in 2013. One a month seems possible. I'm gonna have to remind myself of that in December when I do the whole "out with 2012, in with 2013" ceremony . .

Meantime, if there were a focus from yesterday, it would be color. I cannot begin to tell you how much I love that the houses are painted such vibrant colors, how much I love that there are still flowering plants with blooms, how much color feeds my soul.


bisous, e


  1. color feeds my soul as well. thanks for sharing some of yours...

  2. I love that yellow house. Hugs and kisses to you, my dear! xoxox

  3. We have been given a winter reprieve and it is lovely here in NE.

  4. The color and words you've shared bring light in to my life today. Thank you. xoxo


thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me-- I love that you stopped by and hope something I shared was what you needed today. xo, e