Whimsical

Yes, I placed him by my stepping stones many years ago, but now he has witnessed many things and taken on a patina all his own.  He celebrates his living, croaking brethren around and within the babbling waters of the nearby creek.

A Holy Hue

Maybe not for everyone else, but for me this vermillion shade is holy. 

Coming across it in nature is a communion of sorts with my Mom.

My sweet OA had always noticed it everywhere -- these berries, cardinals, flowers -- It was a pigment she well employed in her art, and utilized in self expression with the wisp of a scarf, or upon her painted lips.

When the brilliant cardinals emerge from these pyracantha bushes, I know that she's here.

Happenstance Reflection

I was lucky to catch a glorious moonset the other morning as I rose for the day. The orb was sinking so quickly behind the treetops.  As I scrambled outside, I realized from my vantage point it had already set.  Back inside, so focused on capturing the moon, I didn't even notice the reflection of the interior room is more prominent.  Such is tunnel vision.