Sometimes the sky is too blue.
~Christie Watson (Tiny Sunbirds, Far Away)
And sometimes a door isn't blue enough.
We were hanging out with some friends, listening to a band, talking about camper trailers, gardens and home improvement projects. Two of my girlfriends, who also live in our neighborhood, were commenting on how nice the paint job was coming along on the outside of our house. Chad was almost finished with the final wall.
"What is the name of the color he's painting on your house?"
I told G, "Mexican Sand. Someday I might be able to talk Chad into painting our front door Turquoise. Wouldn't that look pretty?"
A and G both enthusiastically agreed.
Then they each asked a few more questions, like: What color Turquoise? Light? Dark? Jade? Aloe? Then A said, "Oh, like the color of your necklace??!!"
A couple of days later, Chad and I went away to Red Feather. When we came back home, guess what?
We had a Turquoise door!
I will say this, one of us wasn't very pleased.
But, he's getting used to it. ;)
I met this guy up on Green Mountain. While photographing wild horses, he stood close by and hissed at me for fifteen minutes. Pronghorn make an unusual warning sound. A hiss. Or more like a spit.
This bad boy was charging around keeping everybody in line.
A brown eyed beauty.