Even on the most bleak and dreary of days, color and texture proclaim their distinctive identities.
A hundred-year-old brick wall, its hues and striated textures dimmed and stained by the decades. A newly painted fascia, gleaming free of flakes and cracks. And H2O in the form of snow and ice and liquid drips.
My word for this year? Serenity. More on that tomorrow.
