Occasionally people wonder how I can live so far from where I work. Part of the answer lies in the saturated sea-reflected sunsets I can stumble upon when I take a new route and round a corner on the way home.
I see color again. There was a time when even a riot of rainbow colors could not lift my spirits: I dwelled in sepia, where grief caused color to leach out, along with the memory of what it’s like to be happy.
Here’s to overblown color, in nature and elsewhere: