
My mouth literally dropped open when I did something that made all the butter yellow flowers turn bright orange. It didn't close until I framed them in the same orange hue.
My niece spent some time last week in NOLA. (New Orleans Louisiana). She had lived there for two years while she went to school. She lost two friends during the Katrina catastrophe. I will borrow one of her photos to post on another day. It was such a traumatic ordeal for her.
Which brings me to one of my posts last week about torture. I was thinking on this. I didn't mean to sound cruel. You can hardly compare my piddly little suffering while trying to get a print server to print to the horror some people put up with at the hands of real sadists. I was being rather light about the issue, but when you really think about the ghastliness of it all, it can make you cringe. I have absolutely no idea how or why one human could torture another living being. Where does it come from? What possible part of their brain can justify this?

























