Wednesday, July 27, 2011


A sinkful of unwashed dishes, running into friends I haven't seen in awhile, and dinner with good conversation, lemonade, cool summer breeze coming through the windows.

I came outside this morning to all the purple morning glories on my fence in bloom, the way the sun cut through the translucence was too perfect not to shoot.


Randal Graves said...

Oh man, natural crêpe paper. That's extra swanky.

Anonymous said...

lovely, thanks.