Friday-Saturday, December 1-2

• how the various repairs to the pavement over a period of fifty years have created a complex grid of shades of gray. The shadows slashing across add another shade, and a line of drama. 
  
• The deep red flowers against the green. Behind them, a red sheet from the laundry gleams through the breaks in leaves. 

• The sun hitting the morning glory, lighting a translucent violet.
• The dead leaves blowing across the grass in the playgroud. The children run over them, oblivious/ The little girl's hot pink jacket gleaming.
• There are shards of glass in the dirt by the brightly painted toy ladybugs. Transparent, light brown, pale green. Beautiful and deadly.  I try not to think who could be so careless as to leave them here, right by a toddler climbing toy.