Wednesday December 13

• In th early morning sun, the air is dry but smells of fresh rain. 
• The sun hitting the dead leaves on the asphalt lights up their delicate form like a sculpture--the upward curl of teh two sides, the flatter downward dive of the middle triangle.

• The laundry is flapping back and forth on the wind, the sheet whipping betwene light and shadow. The sun catching its folds picks up the brilliant white of the solar heater. 

• All along the mirror and picture frames that line wall of the cafe, are reflected the trees outside, bringing together inside and outside. 

• Two tablecloths hang above the tiles rooftop. The pattern of orange-brown flowers perfectly echoes the terracota  tiles