On Monday, I promised you more pictures.
I tried to cull them, but I was powerless.
Today, I'll share the colors.
On Friday, the old and new.
There was all this orange and blue.
Some of it was newly washed old adobe, the paint the only concession to the 21st century.
I was looking for a blue house with orange trim, but I was disappointed.
There was a faint whiff of Howard Johnson's about it all....that soon took on a retro aspect...
and then I forgot all about it because there was this
a softer version that made me smile.
Then, again, I'm a sucker for a functional porch.
Especially for a purple porch.
I found the reverse a block or two further on.
and this one which seemed to poke its finger in the eye of the beholder.
With this one,
I could see a blue house against a blue sky.
Pea green would not be my first choice were I in charge.
It was sensory overload at times when they came one right after the other.
The sun got into the act,
not wanting to be excluded from the color riot.
In our family, we see these rays and say
It was that kind of a morning.