Remember I told you last week that I'd been frustrated in my search for a top of a certain muted colour . . .
I went out with my camera in the sunshine yesterday looking for it and for any of its buddies . . .
Camel and grey are in all the fashion mags this year, but every Fall I admire the earthtones that inspire those style shoots . . .
Mushrooms, fallen fir leaves and cedar boughs, arbutus trunks. . .
mud puddles . . .
I walk with my head down. . .
studying the play of these colours,
the infinitude of their shades, beyond the possibilities of any paint chips,
Several more rain storms down the week, or the month, and all the vegetative matter will be pummelled into a slurry whose colours become less distinct, more reflective of the clouds
But for now, seduced by the Fall palette, I'll be looking down at the ground . . .