The English Language doesn't have enough words to describe the colors I saw, such as:
The gleam off the band instruments as they marched by in the homecoming parade.
The big bright lights shining down onto the blue uniforms of the football players, cheerleaders, and a crowd containing most of our town acting out the high school homecoming football rituals that could be anywhere in any year.
The glittering dresses and black tuxedos that I saw as a crowd of teenagers gathered in front of a nearby house, getting ready for the big dance.
The glistening chrome on Darrin's motorcycle.
The GREEN and WHITE on our TV screen as the Spartans won another one, Go State!
The silvery gray of the water and the sky as I took a turn around our lake in my kayak just after the sun set, with a bright white almost full moon glowing high above.
The blaze of a backyard bonfire, and the toasty tan on the marshmallows hovering above it.
The speckled pattern of the sunlight coming through the trees onto the brown dirt roads as Timmy and I cycled along the back roads of Clarkston in the "Back 40 Challenge."
The murky orange of a cup of fresh apple cider.
The yellow and black backs of the wasps swarming over the donuts.
The orange of the pumpkins piled up at farm stands, waiting to be picked.
A sky so vibrantly blue it almost looked fake.
Oh, and these:
2 comments:
love the color story and the lovely pics!
How wonderful that you and Tim did a 14 mile bicycle trek, and no bragging with these slides that must have been taken during the trip. Lovely slides! Hope to see your mom on Sunday and have more home baked treats that are allergy proof for your boys- done in time for her Monday visit. love, Aunt Chris
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