mystery

Before color photography, this is how flowers looked.

Before colors.

I’m glad to live in the days of  color.

Great gladness.

Even with tans and grays we can distinguish a thousands shade, so many more than fifty.
Millions is still better fun, eyeball ice cream.

Nearer my glad.

Reds and yellows.

Golden rose.

Love these fellows.

True colors.

What is the opposite of butter?

Inverse?

And gray is the new green?

Contrapositive.

I think some camera control options are meant to be left alone.

Pink, after.

No. That’s scary. My tool box is red and it’s bright sun outside.

A writer`s toolbox.

Ah, outside. Much better. Sunshine and flowers.

Liatris.

And clutching and clambering about the blossoms, the big speckled butterfly does his business.

Swallowtail at work.

From the top, with a blue streak up the middle.
It’s pollination all day long, from the flower’s point of view.

Swallowtail, the dark side.

The bees are also leaving footprints everywhere.
But they’re not feeding, they’re collecting.

Bees knees.

And this lady better head home while she can still fly.
Pollen sacs are filling fast.

Saddle bags.

Not a camera trick: the green leaf is red when the sun shoots through.
Opaque green/gray when top lit.

Red through.

How we rock, when there have been too many colors to contemplate.

Rocking corner.

Or back indoors, on the other side of the one-way mirror.
The witness has self-interrogated, -charged, -convicted.

Sentence pending.