flame-orange

Backpacking, it has to be Wind Rivers brook trout, fried in a high-alpine lake of olive oil, whose flame-orange flesh was doused w/Old Bay seasoning, and served w/rice.

The Best Camp Dinner Ever 2009

Backpacking, it has to be Wind Rivers brook trout, fried in a high-alpine lake of olive oil, whose flame-orange flesh was doused w/Old Bay seasoning, and served w/rice.

The Best Camp Dinner Ever 2009

"I looked like a giant elf, a giant old elf," said Ms. Yaeger, who is known for her quirky yet high-end style, china-doll makeup, and flame-orange bob.

Where Do Laid-Off Voice Fashion Writers Go When The Bell Tolls? New York Mag, Of Course! 2009

She shakes out the skirts of a silky, flame-orange floor-grazer that she has cleverly teamed with a nut-brown jersey bolero and terracotta silk headscarf.

Hajab chic. FIDO The Dog 2009

The bright morning light strikes everything at a sharp angle, ricocheting off the boats, the white-painted docks, the glossy water, the flame-orange jacket of a young mother and the bright blue parka of her child as they enter a dark green, light-sucking restaurant at the of the dock.

Hunting the Thylacine Geoffrey Fox 2009

The waters of the Lake run with the crimson and flame-orange and deep lavender as the sun sinks beyond its farther shore, colors pouring across the water all the way to Tiger Bridge.

Archive 2009-07-01 Stephanie 2009

    The bright morning light strikes everything at a sharp angle, ricocheting off the boats, the white-painted docks, the glossy water, the flame-orange jacket of a young mother and the bright blue parka of her child as they enter a dark green, light-sucking restaurant at the of the dock.

Hunting the Thylacine 2009

The waters of the Lake run with the crimson and flame-orange and deep lavender as the sun sinks beyond its farther shore, colors pouring across the water all the way to Tiger Bridge.

Round 2: Dylan Fontaine Vs. City in the Lake Stephanie 2009

JACK, with flame-orange spiky hair, and wearing an antique military-style jacket and black leather jeans, is archetypal old school punk – a queer Johnny Rotten.

Nowhere Town: Act ONE Scene I Hal Duncan 2006

The tulip poplars have shed most of their yellow, though the maples are still impossibly flame-orange and the dogwoods are deep crimson with a dash of brilliant scarlet from the berries, to match the Christmas glory of the old she-holly out back.

2006 October - Telic Thoughts 2006