Searching for Red
Earlier in the week I settled for rust color instead of red, but today I wanted to find paint box red—the color in a Crayola box of sixty-four crayons. I found the red on an old mill and the surrounding area. More than sixty years ago the mill turned out blankets for WWII soldiers. Since that time the mill has managed to alter itself a number of times—never idle for too long.
Later on in the day I went to an art opening and took two pictures in the small room containing the cheese and crackers.
It seems as if the color red surrounded me today. It's almost as if having opened myself to see something I became more aware of my surroundings. Very Zen!