The Bluest Blue

Morning glories so blue that the eye almost can't register the saturation of color.

Moth on the deck. Birch bark or a leaf? Sand? She would blend with any of those.

Summer progresses gently. I have a show this weekend and am assembling all the goodies into some sort of order. And relishing that I can distance myself from drama. It's helpful to remind myself that a lot of people seem to have trouble understanding that not everyone wants or needs to be just like them.