Still life in red

Color palate for the weekend:
Inflamed trees in scarlet and ochre like some giant James Ladavour painting are now dripping into gloom.
But yesterday I was one of these ladies. I basked gratefully in rolled up jeans and firmly believed that turning trees from green to gold is an exothermic reaction. Madam Butterfly frolicked down the Mall from 12' high speakers and Falun Gong demonstrators (entirely oblivious to any speck of irony, I should add) performed something like Chinese Opera in infinitely slow and beautiful motion.
Across the room from the green ladies, their sisters were not so favored. Trapped indoors and hung as paragons of art, they only told me that women look better immobile.