An evening of working and walking...

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...