Oak leavesWheeler Lake
Taken long ago, this photo of red oak leaves dangling before the winds took them away still captivates. The sun shining through makes them catch on fire.
As a child, I would lie in the grass in our backyard and place my hands between me and the sun, marveling at the red that traveled my fingers.
Closing my eyes on the beach the inside of my eyelids are red.
Red. Deep, jeweled red.
Merlot, claret, burgundy wines with their smokey flavors glowing captivatingly in clear stemmed glasses. Red.
Red embers of a bonfire; the red tip of a burning stick writing names in the darkness.
Deep red, oil paint red, garnet red, the red of berries shouting in a white landscape.
My favorite color.
For more captivating images around the world please visit Scenic Sunday
As a child, I would lie in the grass in our backyard and place my hands between me and the sun, marveling at the red that traveled my fingers.
Closing my eyes on the beach the inside of my eyelids are red.
Red. Deep, jeweled red.
Merlot, claret, burgundy wines with their smokey flavors glowing captivatingly in clear stemmed glasses. Red.
Red embers of a bonfire; the red tip of a burning stick writing names in the darkness.
Deep red, oil paint red, garnet red, the red of berries shouting in a white landscape.
My favorite color.
For more captivating images around the world please visit Scenic Sunday
