Searching for an entrance... working... thinking... Sometimes things come together gracefully and other times not... Sometimes my eyes and body simply become tired with looking and trying...
I value my night time walks--the restful darkness and rhythmic physical movement an antidote to any frustration, bringing fresh blood and fresh ideas to a tired brain. I saw these gorgeous poppies nestled under Mucha's lovely woman in the florist's night time window--- and so large and perfect were they that I had to look twice to be certain they were real...
And just around the corner, in a dim eighteenth century interior, this over the top hanging jewel from another century...
