the week that was was,
anyway.
Rainy days partially spent exploring the essays and works in Fred Herzog’s “Modern Color” were
punctuated by some sun
but then,
though Wednesday was darker and wetter than ever
[as was the afternoon]
it was nice.
Thing is, the wet that came through seems to have stayed wet all the way over the
mountains [not good] while for reasons unspoken we scanned the distanced past
for clues and
otherwise beyond the Solstice to be
befogged by morning,
but brightening by lunch…one thing and another; Vallejo again, Christmas to follow…
or so they say.
Befogged. nice new word. Befoged.
One G or the double G? Not sure.
One g would be pronounced as in “fogie” methinks…
Be-fogg’ed … methinks three syllables.
And Lars.
I do like the three syllables…yeah. But will let it stand [with your comment as corrective].
Yep, Lars; I have one of Trixie from the same day [1968 GG Park I think]. Will send you..
The three images starting with the reflection of the palm trees, the wonderful pole and the pink sidewalk were brilliant…and there were some others, but especially those.