A touch of yellow on this girl is just a splash of happiness for me. How can you look at this photograph and not grin? Everything about this picture is right, I love the detail, the red basket, the eggs, her beautiful, sunny tights and her shoes. It is with pleasure I present this well-composed photo to you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Mourning, an Angel
Coldness, sadness, slap my face
Dawn’s funeral, still.
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Stretching to the sun
pink, yellow. puff balls of dawn
invite me out, play.
Dawning of the day
Yesterday’s nightmares have passed
Rejoice, start anew.
Rainbow (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Sky high, colors, rain
half- full moon, spectrum, a gift?
No, black and white, gray.
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Magic sky bleeds art
layers of luminescence
Kind smile for the soul.
Two Rainbows at Dusk in Denmark. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
English: the forests in new hampshire in autumn (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
It is officially Autumn, leaves are changing and the chill is in the air.
We know that Summer is over. We can’t change things, enjoy
the changing beauty that we have now: vibrant colors,
leaves changing colors on trees. What you can’t change,
APPRECIATE.
Misumena vatia (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
It has been cloudy, humid and gray for the last two weeks where I live. No sight of the sun, anywhere. I desperately need to see some bright “YELLOW” to cheer me up. This is my contribution for this week: I like how the different colors play off each other. Have a happy, yellow week.
A Thick Forest (Photo credit: Jon Person)
*Envy steals the soul
Gripping, stomach shooting, pain
Life lost in the past
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Forest, milky dew
Inhaling fir, musty leaves
Crisp apples of sun
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Ocean, sea of lights
Tumbling green, gray-blue colors
Looking for lace foam.
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*Dedicated To Tammy Spice, who once had a doctor that destroyed her life. I wish I could take the pain away from you. Please keep on fighting.
Image via Wikipedia
Oh, what excitement to see the Butterfly Fish swimming in aqua blue waters. Their cute pursed lips begging for a quick peck on the cheek, their bright colors flash for attention. Our blue eyelashes attract many suitors. Come dance with us, do ballet twirls and pirouettes; we were born to be performers. Admire us, do, for we love to please you, we watch you smile as you gaze at our delicate beauty.
I am a normal, average size woman. Not the normal, average size woman of the size 0 model claim to fame but the universal, real, curvy women of the world. I walked into the GAP this morning looking for a couple of shirts for the fall. The Gap used to be my one stop shopping place to go. Long-sleeved Tee shirts in all colors, I remember looking at the pretty hues, pink, red, blue, light blue, green used to make me happy. Apparently, I have not been to The Gap in a really long time.
When I walked in I was greeted by racks of Skinny Jeans and Skinnier jeans. My arm couldn’t fit in those pant legs, I’m quite sure. What size were they? Oh, two. Two? What REAL woman wears a two? Not those of us who live in the world that I live in. I’m quite sure the universal average size is a fourteen not a two. I asked the salesman who worked there where the long tee shirts were and he showed me. Here is the color selection he pointed to: black, white, gray. “What happened to all the beautiful colors you used to have?” I asked sweetly. “We don’t do that anymore, we just have the basics.” You know what? Even the basics were so thin I wouldn’t wear them in the fall, much less the winter. The Gap, as I knew it, was gone. No long- sleeved shirts other than the “basics?” “Look on-line” he droned and left.
Now the jeans have become leggings or jeggings or deggings, not sure what they are truly called but they are a combination of leggings and denim. That’s certainly an appropriate look for those of us who are older in age, seasoned, experienced; lovely, mature, beautiful women of the world.
The shoes they sold were all tiny and scrunchy and looked like they couldn’t take a hard pounding on the pavement. The handbags were massive, with a button close, not good for those of us who are neurotic about having handbag zipper protection. No different styles, just a few, dull, different colors.
I ‘ll say “Good-bye” to The Gap and search elsewhere. I know they are all under an umbrella company with sister, The Banana Republic but that’s too preppy for me. I am leaving The Gap family, and on my search for comfortable, bright grown-up clothes. So much for THAT shopping expedition. May all the size two’s make them rich, I wish them well.
The GAP is a registered trademark of The Gap, don’t sue me, it’s just my opinion.
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