Suddenly I'm a color whore. I mean that in the very best sense.
For years I wore mostly black, gravitated to black and white photographs, movies, art, obsessed over the entire monochromatic palette of sooty black, charcoal, dove gray, a right-and-tight white.
Now though I can't get enough color, including these Day-Glo objets in a shop window on lower QA, and the fab blue chairs outside Trabant on Pioneer Square.
Maybe it's why I'm fascinated with crows, corvidae snatchers and super-hoarders of all things bright and shiny.