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.

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Looking Up at Ceilings

I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist, like it doesn’t exist
I’m gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

~Sia, “Chandelier”

The Oaks Hotel ~ Alnwick, Northumberland

Dirty Dick’s Pub ~ Edinburgh

Wynn Hotel ~ Las Vegas

Edinburgh Castle ~ Edinburgh

Excalibur Hotel ~ Las Vegas

Sia’s painfully exquisite piece “Chandelier” is about partying to excess. I’m about as far away from a “party girl” as one can possibly be, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a good chandelier. Given the opportunity (which has eluded me thus far), I doubt I’d swing from one, either. Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate their beauty, regardless of how many (too-many-to-count) stares and murmurs I may encounter whilst looking up at ceilings.