When I want color, I want Orange. It is a strong color, one that stands up and shouts like no other. Without the greens, the blues, and the browns, against which it likes to abide, it might be something less, for being alone it could not be king.
The hummingbirds and I...what do we have in common...a love for Orange. Outside my window, where the firecracker blossoms glow like tiny embers, the hummingbirds come and go.
The Orange blossoms of the trumpet vine, which grows along fence rows and wherever it can find something to climb, is a hummingbird's favorite.
Mother Nature must be fond of Orange too.
Inside my house, old books with tattered book jackets line a shelf. Would I have chosen these if they had been any other color?
A tiny ribbon...just a touch of orange against nature's brown twigs and bark... gives this miniature basket a bit of pizazz.
And, what would Till Goodan's painting of "Superstition Mountain" be without Orange?