Color Your World: Yellow Orange
Another Colonial Williamsburg photo! The original residents would not have used/wasted fruit like this, but how gorgeous. Every time we visit Williamsburg, I get wreath-itis. My teaching widower assumes I am inoculated by now, but my fingers itch and my debit card burns. I did love those years when wreaths were in vogue, not because I can create anything worth hanging. It’s all about the JOY of messing around with pine needles and dried seed pods and bugs and pine sap and poison ivy.
OK, this is it! Yellow orange. Yellow orange. What’s yellow orange?
My friends are probably getting sick of me taking pictures of everything. I know my family is. Everyone groans as soon as my phone comes out. How serendipitous that I was eating lunch with a dear friend and noticed this electrical socket. Seriously? Before I started following Cee’s photography, I would never have SEEN that socket. But now I see shapes and lines and colors everywhere. Sure, I vaguely noticed stuff before, but now I want to grab my camera and take a shot. Then I notice the power lines in the way, or I hear cars honking behind me. Or my widower is hissing, “Don’t take a picture of that person!!” You know the drill.