Is it any wonder my work is somehow always greenish-blueish-violetish?
The world here is saturated and dewy and everywhere smells of cedar and fennel.
The river runs deep - our normal running trails are under four feet of rushing current.
I'm infatuated with rain-light.
I've thirty minutes to shower and doll up for dinner out and live jazz at the wine bar to follow, so here's to the weekend friends! May they treat you well!
~ Umber ~