Monday, January 1

• the  shdows of the wind blowing through the top of the trees, rusteling over the grass. 
• the last of the dried leaves, gleaming in the rain, like Japanese laterns hanging overhead.

• Against teh backdrop of the piurple grey asphalt, a single orange flower, hovering in front of the rust orange of a brick wall. 

• perfect drops of rain in a row, gleaming on the joints of the dried vine against the backdrop of a woven fence made of twigs.

• The wet purple velvet of the iris after the rain.

• The backlit red pepper, glowing against the green of the cutting board in the cool winter light breaking in from tthe window. When it is cut, the slices throw ridged shadows down the cutting board.