I'm back on track now, albeit a few hours later. My boss is going to kill me.
After feeding and abjectly apologizing to the ladies, I was walking around the yard and saw this really pretty duck (unlike the truly ugly duck that usually hangs about here). His or her feathers were a palette of soft browns, from tawny to tan to...I just realized I don't know a whole lot of descriptive words conveying shades of brown, a color not often associated, at least lyrically, with beauty.
There is the beauty of brown skin, around here, the shades are wildly endless; there is the beauty of brown land, hey, I was just in the desert. But this was a whole different thing, maybe because it is layers of feathers, I'm not sure, but skin and land words don't work. Because I'm still using the phone as my camera I couldn't zoom in so I was just slowly, slowly trying to get just a wee bit closer.
Notoriously camera shy, are lovely brown ducks. |
Ah, who wanted your photo anyway? |
But before I go, I have to share, or reshare this cabin photo with you. The web is awash with cabin photos, awash, I tell you. Because I'm a mental collector, I've seen a lot of cabin/tiny house photos. There are a few that stick in my mind and this is one of them. If you click on the link below it, you can see more photos as well. I just love this structure, the feel of it, the airiness, the simplicity. In fact, I'm dumping everything out of the shack and tearing down the front wall, just as soon as I can find a free glass garage door.
For more to adore, plus the background story (as in, you can book this place!!), go here. |
One word: COFFEE !
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