I've been obsessing about this weekend's assignment all week; complimentary colors. I was being a bit of a philistine about it, thinking that I should just magically stumble upon my source of inspiration without having to create it. "Food." I thought. Purple plums and yellow ... yellow what? Well plums aren't in season anyway. Okay, strawberries and leafy green lettuce. Who doesn't love red and green? So I went to the grocery store, but the emergency squad was there and I'm allergic to what they were dealing with, so I promptly left for another store. I arrived home with my produce in hand, and saw that my neighbor was mowing his lawn. His green lawn. With a red mower. So naturally I stopped him to capture the essence of a late Spring afternoon. I shot the berries and lettuce too. Still, nothing was doing it for me. And I thought of my sister reminding me that I have a green purse. More than one actually, but I digress. I also have a red shawl. But that came out too much red and not enough green. Finally, I looked around, exasperated. Books! We only have a hundred-thousand books ... so I arranged them just so.
