Monday
Mar052012
Red Means Stop

In the midst of our morning chaos, I saw a flash of red, which had me scrambling wildly for coat, and boots, and camera.
Outside, to the base of a tree, where everything stopped.
All was quiet, except for the rhythmic tap-tap-tapping; creating a different kind of silence.
No time. No chaos. Just long enough, for us, to both get what we needed.
A rose, for me, to smell at least, and then it was back to green.


Reader Comments (2)
What fantastic photographs of this busy fella, Kelly!
Really beautiful!