is to say that God is good.

This time I had my eyes open and caught the “giveth/taketh” sleight of hand, which probably happens rather more often than I’m willing to give it credit for.

Yesterday the boo-hoo-hoo with stern injunctions to myself not to procrastinate, not to give beauties on the wing a chance to get away.

And today, going back through my photo archive, I find from last July an unremembered gift from Hot Lips (what else to call the itinerant, anonymous artist) from a neighborhood all the way across Oakland from my recent sightings.

Delight, and even gratitude, rises.

Note: “Hot Lips in Splendor” can be found on my photostream at