Tuesday, 6 October 2009

Down the road, afternoon.

A grey warm dull day, and I resent the jaunty Provencal colours of the maize. But Marcelle's and Victor's flowers are mad magenta and marigold, though battered by the wind.

1 comment:

Bee said...

Late summer flowers are always so vivid. I know that I'm overly fond of alliteration, but "mad magenta" is rather appealing to think about -- although I don't like the colour much.