It's cold here in Malibu (I hear laughter echoing off icicles north and east of here) and it's gray. Clear morning skies cloud over and that marine layer rolls in, our version of weather.

So when the nasturtiums in my side yard popped open, it was a revelation. Orange - I remember the warm, sweet, resonant chime of orange. And I crave it so much I stuck my camera down this flower's throat and took about a million pictures.