Pink

It's only fitting that I restart with something pink -- in this case, the bromeliad I got another shot of a few years back, although by now it's been split into, what?, four plants that have grown to the size of the original.

The blossom is almost a foot across, and this one, the mama plant, has six of 'em.

When pink hits my mind, I always think of alternate realities, odd perceptions, the myriad ways we have of dealing with what the world shows us, and what we see.

Diana Vreeland, remember, wrote with full confidence: "Pink is the navy blue of India."