The Orange Towel

This orange towel hangs over a towel-rack in a bathroom in a house in a town in a small village out side of New York City.

It is not my towel, nor my house, nor my town, nor my village, nor my city.
But I do live in New York State

Alice's Door

The majority of colours appeared only in the reflection here,
prompting me to think of Lewis Carroll’s
Through the Looking Glass world.


Clash of Colours

The brilliantly saturated colours of the insulation against this guy’s hat, made for a visually arresting moment.


The purple was the spray insulation they were working with to seal the outside of a concrete structure in the art museum complex.