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.

Right paper, bin night and correspondence.

1. I have just the right paper -- tiny Japanese pages, not much larger than business cards, printed with wisteria in full bloom. 2. Bin nigh...