A Day on Long Island

Celeste has brought back a little lusterware jug from France.

We need to catch up over tea

and a dip in a friend's pool. 

The fish is a new thing to do with chlorine.

The sun casts bright midday shadows.

Paint crunching off the table, matching the out of control petunia.

Paint crunching off the chair.

Philadelphia

The city of Brotherly Love - in our case sisterly love since I was there with blogging friends.
For some reason it is the little details that catch my attention and make me want to record them. Here a doorstep from a row of little red brick houses built in the 18th century. They reminded me a lot of England.



A yellow window reflecting more of the little houses - there was lots of red, yellow and green somehow.



A quiet darker doorway with a dead vine which manages to look decoratif.



And the brightest window/wall/window box combo - so amazingly cheerful.



I like things which look a little battered and shabby-chic, or, I suppose, just plain shabby.............



More of the same...........



What on earth kind of soda is this? A picture taken on the wall of a whole house made of mosaics.


The gilding is coming off but rather lovely even so.........