I found your earth tones.
I looked at that stack of clean laundry, though, and remembered old days when I’d get a fit of paranoia and it might seem like a good idea of an evening to go out and sleep in the bushes with a rifle pointed more-or-less at my own front door. Just in case. I was a little nuts about certain things when I first moved to the desert.
I got over that – mostly – but I still maintain that it’s never a bad idea to be able to blend in and fade away. Out here camouflage actually is camouflage, and not a redneck fashion statement.