Symphony in Yellow
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter from the Temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.
–Oscar Wilde
Grongar 
I never could figure out what crawls like a yellow butterfly could possibly mean…an injured yellow butterfly maybe but not a regular one. But then I often can not truly figure out Oscar Wilde as writer or person…lol. Love love love your yellow photos. I just finished watching The Yellow Rolls Royce movie yesterday and your photo of the car reminded me of that. A great selection of yellow!
You’ve captured all the facets of yellow – I like the pacing as I scrolled down, to the little gull at the end!
Thanks so much!