Sometimes, the very air is charged with the colours of happiness.
We say “black and white”…but it’s never just black and white. There are always the various shades of grey, the areas that are neither here nor there….but I can’t talk about fifty shades of grey any more!
Snow is supposed to be white; But many colours seen to hide in it. The snow catches the band of the prism: Indeed, it can even widen it.
Ruth Hartsell kindly took me along to the Trash Bash at the confluence of the Mississippi and Missouri rivers…
I was trying to locate some bird photos on my LJ, and suddenly got a “site stat: