My mother had this thing for anything that was blue glass. She's passed that affection on to my sister and myself. I love this celebration of images that we pass by each day (hard to imagine how many people pass this beautiful glass mural by without stopping to look).
Not quite as old as dirt, but getting there. As happy as I choose to be at any given time. Delighted to share my humble but adequate opinion at any time. Trying to do the right thing because it is the right thing to do and doing the next right thing when I screw up...
Leather Lips because that's what came up in spell check once when my name was typed in and true in some seasons!
6 comments:
Leau dear -
Your photos are a delightful
mosaic-of-a-mosaic, as well as a testament to finding beauty everywhere. Bus Stop Beauty Rules!
JJjj
My mother had this thing for anything that was blue glass. She's passed that affection on to my sister and myself.
I love this celebration of images that we pass by each day (hard to imagine how many people pass this beautiful glass mural by without stopping to look).
Ack!
..and speaking of mosaics (we were, weren't we?)
Fabulous.
Now I'm RE-inspired.
Come on up and we'll get Grouty!
Mmmm the blues....
So pretty! xoxox
bus stop art you say? ahh, new mexico. who could be blue for long with that infinitely mutable sky...
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