A Little Color

While my knee is so painful I can hardly stand (seeing the specialist on Tuesday), I needed something cheerful so I shot these on the dining room table.  Rosanne gets flowers every week from Asizze, a Moroccan, who stands in front of the local grocery nearly every day.  We have gotten to know him pretty…

Spring Streets

As I wandered around the streets today, I can across some amazing color designs. The wisteria is on an arbor planted in 1912. The brilliant crimson is on a tree called “the blood of Jesus” here in Italy. The iris is my version of “Purple Rain.”