Unruly
The Call: So Many Weeds Cheryl
My mind feels as unruly as my flowerbeds. There’s a ton I want to accomplish, but I can’t find the time, or I can’t find the inspiration, or — more likely — I can’t locate the two of them at the same time.
The Response: Chinatown — Jessica
For our anniversary gift, my ever-patient husband accompanied me to the Smithsonian Museum of American Art for this exhibit. But before doing that we grabbed lunch at a restaurant in DC’s Chinatown. The window of this knick-knack shop was particularly unruly — the cats’ paws were all moving out of sync with each other and the colors and reflections really created quite a visual riot.
Beautiful capture of the light on the violet leaves.
Inspiration and time do seem, at times, to be mutually exclusive.
Happy Anniversary! Is today the actual day?