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As I sat having my breakfast this morning and wondering what in the blue blazes I was going to photograph for pattern (wasn’t feeling real inspired…), I realised I had a pattern right in front of me.
This is the brass tray that holds the bits-and-pieces on our kitchen table. With a little afternoon sun shining through…
I was wondering what I would photograph for ‘orange’ today…
Originally I thought of the colour of the turning leaves on the trees in my garden (because Autumn is my favourite season for that reason), but then I spotted the fire in my fire-box.
We’re starting to head in to the cooler months in our part of the world. It is fire that warms our world of a night and quite often the day as well.
Fire for me has a mesmerizing quality.
Which I know can go so horribly wrong, so very quickly.
A necessity of life to be respected. And my ‘orange’ for today.
It’s been a bit of a rough week pain-wise. Last weekends drive around the bush bumped me around just a little too much and I’ve been paying for it this week.
And to top it all off, I woke up with the beginnings of a cold sore this morning.
Talk about bloody icing on the shitty cake.