Friday-Saturday. December 15-16

• The sun is spreading over the table, turning its honey to a blinding violet. Agaist it, the backlit coffee mug looks incredibly yellow hagainst the bright red of the plate
• The beauty of the colros of the vegetables against the aqua cutting board: the deep orange red of the tomato, the bright cadmium yellow green of the avocado.

• The jeans hanging out to dry on the laundry perfecty set off the subdued colors of the day, thegrey blue sky, the white of the stone.

• Against the dull colors of the day, the sudden incongrous flash of a gaudy gold tablecloth hanging to dry. In the distance, behind, a faded red and yellow towel.

• The complex freize of purple shadows casts by the laundry against the pale stone. Oh dear. The obsession with the Jersualem laundry grows apace. Now its not just colors.  This can go on forever...

• The woman sitting on the bus, her mustard yellow jacket offering a dull echo of the bright yellow poles.

• A certain tension between the couple who get on the bus with the stroller. No raised voices. but something in her tone, and the nervusness of his smile, and you know something isn't going well. "I have a present for you," he said. "It would be nice to get a Hanukka present from you," she answers.  
• behind an old woamn sitting hunched on the bench is an abandoned stroller, blown over to its side, with incongrous bright yellow handlebars.

• Y. backlit against the kitchen floor--bright cool light on one side, warm yellow light flooding from the other.