…of colour among many other things. This week the cheap thrill of pink inspired my shutter finger and pen-in-hand. In mere days the view outside my window has filled with green, emptying my duff- and kapok- filled synapses of winter’s shades of grey. If only we could give a gift of pretty fresh picked flowers accompanied by hugs and kisses; share the scent, touching noses over poseys (eskimo kisses is what we called those, growing up.)
a pink hotel 
a boutique 
and a swingin’ hot spot