Color is life

I loved bright colors since I can remember, from the little bright red beady fruit sticking down from the tall hedge of my grandparents old garten wall, to the colorful soft plastic headbands sold in shops, I secretly wanted to own them, lots of them.
With crayons, I often painted, such as little girl dressinng red sweater and yellow black striped pants, with bright black leather shoe.

Without color, the world will be dead.

red hawthorn berries in the autumn garden