The search for Roy G. Biv this month had me looking everywhere for indigo. Somewhere between blue and black, more warm than cool, it's a hard one to spot.
|Public art in the Ravenna neighborhood|
|Big planters nearby - we pass these most days on the morning walk.|
|Iris in a neighborhood yard (these guys are over now).|
|Last night in the cellphone lot, waiting for the Sailor's flight.|
|Pogo rests in the slant of sun in his indigo bed.|