EDitorial ± 21-Feb-2003

Colour Of My Parachute

If I was the type that noticed these things, I'd remark that winter seems to be slowly blooming into spring, and that Mother Nature is awakening from her slumbers. But I'm not, and that kind of language is rather too opal fruity (Starbursty, if you will) for these pages.

Still, while lopping bits of tree earlier this week, it felt good to be out with the sun beating down on my Maine New England fleece. Baa!

Enough with the discourse: let's see some priddy colours captured out at the in-laws this past Wednesday:

Swingball bat much used by the boy   Plastic sheep resembling a giant maggot   Reverse of Ella's favoured Gap fleece

Reverse of father-in-law's superbly practical top   Close-up of the Barbie bike   ELC swing seat

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home   Several oranges: enough said   Side of the little barn

Rear of a Fiat Coupe   Side panel of a Renault Megane Scenic, much in need of a wash   Wendy house wood

Quite pleasing to the eye, ay what?

If You Take Away With You Nothing Else

Paint the whole world:

  1. Haliborange
  2. hey look, old yellow's leaving
  3. soylent green, nasty stuff
  4. smart old blue he took the Milky Way
  5. black and white and red all over

Be seeing you!