Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Beware, jenny and another red.

1. The sunrise is the crimson of a caution.

2. A wren holds up its stubby tail.

3. The sun shines russet brown through the wing tips of a bird flying out of our path.

Cheese holes, eerie and back at the table.

1. My nephew likes cheese, but only the holes, which I carefully snip out with kitchen scissors. 2. I feel a little bit sorry for the comput...