paint it black

The deck make-over took over much of my time & energy last week. It isn’t really black but such a very dark gray that it still convey all of black’s modern swagger. It’s a dramatic transformation from the beat-up cedar finish and I couldn’t be happier with the change. Well worth the sweat. Now comes the fun part: living outdoors as much as possible till the snow flies…

blog062615_deck at golden hour174/365: black deck, golden hour

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suddenly last summer

We have these crazy clematis that turn into hairy Seussian tufts when the blooms are spent. There are plenty left over from last summer. As usual, the late afternoon sun worked its magic. Seriously – everything is beautiful in the golden hour.

blog052015_clematis-seeds137/365: last year’s clematis

pure gold

What’s that, you ask? Fairy dust? Nope, just dust.

It was one of those golden hour moments, where the sunlight is just streaming in and making everything look so beautiful. I couldn’t help be enchanted (and, of course, appalled) at the way the sunlight revealed thousands of tiny dust particles. They sparkled, kissed by the sun, like flecks of gold suspended in mid-air. It was so quiet and lovely. It stopped me in my tracks like a fond memory.

dust65/365: sunlight on dust particles