When I was a kid, I was afraid of you. Even though you were my big brother Mark's favorite color, you scared me. You were the color of blood and anger. You blinded me. I retreated to Blue, the color of calm, of silence, of skies and solitude.
But something has changed. I guess the change must be mine. Now you are more attractive to me. I appreciate your boldness, your enticement to have fun. Even as the color of blood and anger, you are interesting to me. I am curious about you. No, you are still not my favorite but you are far more attractive to me.
Look, I find you and embrace you everywhere! Thanks for inviting me back!
|These are not exactly the heels I will be wearing in NYC this weekend but close to it -- these are Jimmy Choo - mine will not be Jimmy Choo.....|
Red shows up in nature in the most beautiful ways.
I read this book some years ago. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it.
I find more red in my original artwork now than I used to find there.
Red flowers can add a touch of bright to a dismal grey day.
This photo was taken in Boston - how appropriate!
Sunsets can be magnificently red. This was along the Oregon coast.
Red toenails! Summertime!
Tomatoes! More summertime!