My walk this morning started off foggy and gray until a small white and pink rose looked at me. After that first pink moment, every pink flower seemed to call out to me. It was almost overwhelming. I was holding back my poor hyper puppy while I snapped shots of blooms everywhere.
I thought about how pink is the mixture of red and white, complete opposite types. Red is the color of fire and white is the absence of color. Their chemical blend creates blushing of all shades. I also realized there is no blue in pink.