The last time my face was really red, I had a terrible sunburn. I’m not much of a blusher. Lacking a hugely embarrassing story to brighten your day, here is red of the world.
In flower, cars, trucks and the leaves of autumn. Barns and carousels, bricks, cranberries, and peppers. Red, redder, scarlet. Bricks and bright fabric. Red, my favorite color that isn’t black. Back “in the day” (whatever that means), my favorite “semi-dressup” was a black outfit with a red blazer.
I haven’t worn a blazer in years, but I think I still have a dozen of them in my closet. No wonder I can’t find my tee shirts!
Nature inspires me.Rivers, valleys, mountains. Sunrise, sunset. Rainbow and city architectural. A beautiful vista, anywhere along the river or at one of its many dams or waterfalls. That’s what does it for me. Beauty has never failed me.
No matter how down in the dumps I felt, being someplace visually beautiful picks me up. I could use a little pick me up right now, so here are a bunch of my all-time favorites.
More pictures from an afternoon rambling through the valley and along the river. Birch trees, wildflowers. Gardens blooming brightly in the summer heat. A bright blue sky and deep green leaves. It’s July in the valley.
I fell in love with the Blackstone River when we moved to the valley fifteen years ago. The birds that nest along its length, its canals, tributaries, bridges, ponds. Even the swamps make this one of the most beautiful places in the world. In the autumn, the trees are magnificent.
We have swans and geese, ducks and herons. Turtles, beaver, fishers, and trout — they all live along or in the river. It is a rich and fertile world. Beautiful and ever-changing.