"I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door, I must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black..."
I've had this idea for this abstract for quite some time and finally was able to get the image the way I wanted it. This is my antique English Pub table, circa 1880, which I use as my breakfast room table.
For those kind friends who asked about the impact of the hurricane, it never came anywhere close to where I live. We are in a severe drought in Atlanta and could have used the rain! I was in a plane the morning the hurricane approached Georgia and I saw the leading edge of the storm from 37,000 feet. Quite the frightening sight indeed.
Wow, reading about seeing the edge of the hurricane from above! I wasn't sure what I was seeing when I first saw this, but what a strong and lovely image it is (and what a nice table you have!) Nicely done for your project...so suited to the words in your caption!
Not so sure I would fancy being in a plane on the edge of a hurricane.