Pick Me Up Reds

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Winter’s whites fade
turn to drab grey
and I search for signs
to brighten, lighten
red to make by day.

For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: something red.

19 thoughts on “Pick Me Up Reds”

-Eugenia says:

January 30, 2020 at 11:23 am

Love this, V.J. Red has always been a color to brighten our lives.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 30, 2020 at 12:54 pm
  
  Thanks Eugi! My mother always said every women needs one pair of red shoes.
  
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JohnRH says:

January 29, 2020 at 11:40 pm

Ha ha ha ha! Love it.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 30, 2020 at 9:54 am
  
  Thanks John!
  
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tanjabrittonwriter says:

January 29, 2020 at 9:49 pm

I hope you will find a lot more red to tide you over until spring, V.J. That hat made me laugh, too! I know at least one person we could send one to… 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 30, 2020 at 9:54 am
  
  Lol. Thanks Tanja.
  
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pattimoed says:

January 29, 2020 at 9:36 pm

Great poem and images, VJ. I love that red cap! I laughed out loud!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 30, 2020 at 9:53 am
  
  Glad to hear it, Patti! Thanks.
  
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Tina Schell says:

January 29, 2020 at 2:29 pm

VJ, that red hat is absolutely priceless!!! I love it.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 29, 2020 at 8:11 pm
  
  Ha ha.. my sister-in-law bought it for my husband. So funny.
  
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Keith says:

January 29, 2020 at 1:03 pm

VJ, I love the reds. Well played and photographed. Keith

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 29, 2020 at 8:09 pm
  
  Thanks Keith.
  
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Jazz Jaeschke says:

January 29, 2020 at 10:03 am

That hat!
And the berries … gorgeous

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 29, 2020 at 10:18 am
  
  Thanks Jazz.
  
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sgeoil says:

January 29, 2020 at 8:48 am

It is true, a picture perfect winter is short lived before the greys move in, lovely spots of red!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 29, 2020 at 9:25 am
  
  Thanks Heather.
  
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  1. sgeoil says:
    
    January 29, 2020 at 9:45 am
    
    Most welcome.
    
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Liz Gauffreau says:

January 29, 2020 at 7:51 am

I love this! Bright spots of red to get me though a day of meetings. Love the hat. 😉

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 29, 2020 at 9:24 am
  
  Thanks. Lol.
  
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