Dear ones,
As that funnel swirls us together into the end (of something) tucked in a beginning, Art Ranger's theme for this last post of 2018 is simply "local color": all of the following images were enjoyed within a three mile radius of the domicile.
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backyard sunset |
We can't get enough of the palette load of color subtleties amongst the grasses and amaranth seeds under a soft sky.
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The "pond", which is often dry, takes up a grand portion of our photo library. Formerly a watering hole of the indigenous ones. |
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We are enjoying the saturated enchantment of the effect of moisture on color, even if it is growing out of what was once a bench.
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color matchings in the yard |
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Wonderment by Kitty Carson |
In the midst of the gripping national cataclysm of external conditions, we take comfort in the DIY spirit of certain loving humans: for instance, here at Mario's gas station (our version of the corner store). In the mornings, a group of elders have coffee/talk here after their walks. This husband and wife operation, 7 a.m. to 7 p.m., has provided coffee, snacks, flowers, gasoline and caring conversation for decades.
As this calendrical threshold beckons, we recommend that you bite into an
apple or a carrot and try to chew then savor each bite like there's no tomorrow. Afterall, your teeth are made of the same stuff as the whales from eons ago.
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what is the point? we're not sure, except to notice it passing by |
One of the few salves that does not
solve, but at least soothes the harrowing times:
people are keeping track. Have a stellar passage into the new! and when you see a very out of place or super silly thing, please let us know: homelandinspiration@gmail.com.