Katherine Nicolai

I was just walking and letting things be gently highlighted by my attention. I noticed last year's leaves caught around the post of a fence.

I was just walking and letting things be gently highlighted by my attention. I noticed last year's leaves caught around the post of a fence.

The old maples faded to paler versions of themselves. A child on a bike whizzed past me when I saw their sweater was the same mahogany as my crayon.

The old maples faded to paler versions of themselves. A child on a bike whizzed past me when I saw their sweater was the same mahogany as my crayon.

The old maples faded to paler versions of themselves. A child on a bike whizzed past me when I saw their sweater was the same mahogany as my crayon.

A neighbor was spreading mulch in their garden beds when each handful was a rich, reddish brown. In a backyard, an old potting shed was shingled in sun-baked, stained wood slats. And on porch steps, terracotta pots held blooming daffodils and Johnny jump-ups. The rust on an old mailbox caught my eye, and the ruddy chest of a robin flying past.

A neighbor was spreading mulch in their garden beds when each handful was a rich, reddish brown. In a backyard, an old potting shed was shingled in sun-baked, stained wood slats. And on porch steps, terracotta pots held blooming daffodils and Johnny jump-ups. The rust on an old mailbox caught my eye, and the ruddy chest of a robin flying past.

A neighbor was spreading mulch in their garden beds when each handful was a rich, reddish brown. In a backyard, an old potting shed was shingled in sun-baked, stained wood slats. And on porch steps, terracotta pots held blooming daffodils and Johnny jump-ups. The rust on an old mailbox caught my eye, and the ruddy chest of a robin flying past.

As I turned down Main Street and made my way into downtown, I spotted two people chatting outside the bakery, each with a dog on a leash. One was a puppy, much less than a year old.

As I turned down Main Street and made my way into downtown, I spotted two people chatting outside the bakery, each with a dog on a leash. One was a puppy, much less than a year old.

As I turned down Main Street and made my way into downtown, I spotted two people chatting outside the bakery, each with a dog on a leash. One was a puppy, much less than a year old.

Her fur, a deep russet red. And the other dog was full grown, but half her size. his fur many shades of brown, sticking out all over, like he'd been hit with a dose of static electricity. As they chased around each other, play-bowing and jumping, their fur blended together and made exactly the shade of red-brown I was looking for today.

Her fur, a deep russet red. And the other dog was full grown, but half her size. his fur many shades of brown, sticking out all over, like he'd been hit with a dose of static electricity. As they chased around each other, play-bowing and jumping, their fur blended together and made exactly the shade of red-brown I was looking for today.

Her fur, a deep russet red. And the other dog was full grown, but half her size. his fur many shades of brown, sticking out all over, like he'd been hit with a dose of static electricity. As they chased around each other, play-bowing and jumping, their fur blended together and made exactly the shade of red-brown I was looking for today.

in the window of the bookshop. I took a moment to look at each cover on display. One featured the face of a man with deep brown eyes. Another, a mysterious-looking brick house shrouded in fog. There was an aged bronze plaque in the alley, marking the oldest building in town. A ring in the window of the jewelry shop, with a big tawny brown stone set in it.

in the window of the bookshop. I took a moment to look at each cover on display. One featured the face of a man with deep brown eyes. Another, a mysterious-looking brick house shrouded in fog. There was an aged bronze plaque in the alley, marking the oldest building in town. A ring in the window of the jewelry shop, with a big tawny brown stone set in it.

in the window of the bookshop. I took a moment to look at each cover on display. One featured the face of a man with deep brown eyes. Another, a mysterious-looking brick house shrouded in fog. There was an aged bronze plaque in the alley, marking the oldest building in town. A ring in the window of the jewelry shop, with a big tawny brown stone set in it.

A flyer for piano lessons, with a drawing of an upright made of shiny chestnut wood. On my way back home, as the clouds shifted and the sun warmed my back, I felt the crayon and the coin in my pocket, textures and colors, sun and shadows, steps and slow breaths. I was grateful for this soft start to my day. Color Walk From the kitchen table, I could see the treetops moving in the breeze.

A flyer for piano lessons, with a drawing of an upright made of shiny chestnut wood. On my way back home, as the clouds shifted and the sun warmed my back, I felt the crayon and the coin in my pocket, textures and colors, sun and shadows, steps and slow breaths. I was grateful for this soft start to my day. Color Walk From the kitchen table, I could see the treetops moving in the breeze.

A flyer for piano lessons, with a drawing of an upright made of shiny chestnut wood. On my way back home, as the clouds shifted and the sun warmed my back, I felt the crayon and the coin in my pocket, textures and colors, sun and shadows, steps and slow breaths. I was grateful for this soft start to my day. Color Walk From the kitchen table, I could see the treetops moving in the breeze.