Photograph prickly pear burn areas tomorrow morning under a cloudy cloudy sky.

Giacometti-like anthropomorphic sculptures, a firestorm survivor series of earth . . . air . . .water . . . fire.

Prickly pear's drought-tolerant palette of persistence . . . tenacity . . . perseverance.

Cobalt blue. Cadmium yellow. Cochineal red.

Giorgios' perfume, Red, kills the appetite. In Los Angeles, maitre d's at upscale restaurants have been known to prohibit women exuding the red gragrance from entering their establishments (source: Primary Colors)

Pardon the Cochineal . . .
Suffer the Vermilion . . .

Santa Ana winds are red winds blowing in from the deserts.

Who is the Red Queen.

Red winds. Red queens.
Star spangled nights. Star spangled days.

When Luther Burbank works with prickly pear cactus, he tells Paramahansa Yogananda, he talks to the plants "to create a vibration of love." Burbank tells the cactus: "You don't need your defensive thorns. I will protect you."

Thorns. Spines. Glochids. Bristles.

Ruby slippers. Scarlet letters. Rose-colored glasses.