Continuing the theme of brazenly aiming my camera in the direction of bright objects… can you tell what it is?  Think Van Gogh… and you can almost, maybe make it out.

A Van Goghian sunflower at high noon.  I like the blue.

Speaking of brazen.  Not a word I use much, funny it should pop into my head.  But I can’t hear the word without thinking of this song, taught to me by my aunt Ellie when I was a wee one.  This is truly a great song, which she sang while accompanying herself on the ukulele.

Here it is, sung to the tune of “Brazen Little Raisin.”

Brazen Little Raisin

Way out in California, where the sunbeams shine, 
A little grape was hanging on a big grape vine, 
Said mama grape, “Be careful, don’t get too much sun, 
’cause grapes turn into raisins when they’re too well done.”

CHORUS: 
Shame, shame, the brazen little raisin, 
Shame, shame, he wasn’t so smart, 
Shame, shame, the brazen little raisin, 
He’s gonna be a part of a raisin tart.

“Now who’s afraid of sunshine?”, said the grape quite bold, 
As out into the vineyard in the sun he rolled, 
And after several hours when he felt his head, 
He was shriveled up and wrinkled as his mama said.

A farmer came and tossed him in a great big crate, 
A little lady raisin met the same sad fate, 
The lady raisin whispered, “Are you man or grape? 
There isn’t any raisin why we can’t escape!”

They found a place to exit and they rolled straight home, 
And now they’re in the vineyard, never more to roam. 
That’s why on every grapevine you will always see, 
A couple of raisins hanging where two grapes should be.

Wonderful, huh?  I especially love the pun.  I know, nothing to do with sunflowers, Van Gogh, high noon.. nothing.

Welcome to my stream of consciousness, here on a sunny afternoon.