Brown

Never a frown

With Golden Brown

~”Golden Brown” by The Stranglers

I love the color brown, golden or otherwise.

It’s the color of many a tree trunk, leaves that have fallen, lots of rocks/stones/boulders, my desk, good clean dirt, and a large percentage of my wardrobe. It’s also the color of decay. But even with this on its resume, I still love the color brown.  And then there is my absolute favorite of favorites (outside of my husband, that is) and a lot of other peoples’ favorites, you-gotta-know-where-this-is-headed, the magnificent, the nearly magical and unearthly satisfying chocolate. Be still my heart.

For chocolate alone, brown would be one of my top three colors. Perhaps even number one. Depends on the day.

Here’s some brown for your day.

Beautiful fallen boulder that allowed me passage on our hike. Joshua Tree, California

Beautiful fallen boulder that allowed me passage on our hike.
Joshua Tree, California

 

Some kind of seed pod. Perhaps one of you nature buffs will know what it is. It caught my eye, but it didn't tell me what its called. That's okay. We didn't know each other very well. Joshua Tree, California

Some kind of seed pod. Perhaps one of you nature buffs will know what it is. It caught my eye, but apparently the feeling wasn’t mutual.  So, it didn’t tell me what its called. That’s okay. We didn’t know each other very well.
Joshua Tree, California

 

Decaying in blossom I spoted on a street corner. If I can have even half this grace in my aging process, I'd be thrilled. Nature does it all so uh, naturally. Nature doesn't fight the inevitable. Solvang, California.

Decaying blossom I spotted on a street corner. If I can have even half this grace in my aging process, it will be thrilling. Nature does it all so uh, naturally. Probably because nature doesn’t fight the inevitable. Or at least, not that we know of.
Solvang, California.

I didn’t manage to take any photos of chocolate. It doesn’t last long enough in our house to have its picture taken. True story.

Quieting the Mind

“Smile, breathe, and go slowly.” 

~Thich Nhat Hanh

Point Dume, Malibu

Point Dume, Malibu

Beach at Point Dume

Beach at Point Dume, Malibu

Faeries Dancing on the Pacific

Faeries Dancing on the Pacific

Some sort of conference was going on down there. I didn't want to get in the middle of it, though. I tip-toed away.

Some sort of conference was going on down there. I didn’t want to get in the middle of it and carefully tip-toed away.

The seaweed looked like a primitive image of the Goddess to me.

The seaweed looked like a primitive image of the Goddess to me.

See what I mean? (Paleolithic, Woman of Willendorf, dated 200,000 -21,000 BCE)

See what I mean?
I found this image on ProProfs Flashcards (Paleolithic, Woman of Willendorf, dated 200,000 -21,000 BCE).

Horizon View

Sitting on the beach after our hike this fellow came by looking for treats. He posed and everything. Sadly, all I had was bottled water.

Sitting on the beach after my hike this fellow came by looking for treats.  Sadly, all I had was bottled water. Next time I’ll come better prepared.

A well-deserved sunset.

A well-deserved sunset.