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broken gray skies
Gray:  a nondescript color living somewhere between black and white; a mood or disposition that’s not quite foul, just rather dull and monotonous.   Skies are scrubbed in shades of gray.   Ashes in a smoldering fire are shadows of gray and my hair has subtle streaks of silver, a kind way of saying gray.  Heck, my furniture is a browned touch of gray, we’ll call it bark.  Doesn’t that sound better?  I wear the color - literally and figuratively.  It’s comfortable.

gray skies are just clouds passing over
Duke Ellington

Hold on!  All is not lost in a biosphere of vague doom and gloom, Will Robinson (1960’s Lost in Space).  Danger, schmanger!   Gray drapes itself as an obscure background to play up whatever is dropped against it.  This Switzerland of the color wheel exposes design, shape and form; making junk dazzling and perky.  Much like that morning person who needs to be a tad less cheerful before the coffee has had a chance to do its magic.

same photo - kodachrome
Portland has been gray for the past several days.  Yet, brilliant carroty, chocolate and almost translucent yellow leaves bob against the dark sunshine as gaudy trinkets laughing at the drab.  Do you see them?  Do you focus on the gray?  If everything was in Kodachrome cinematography there would be no place for our eyes to rest.  We all need a plop of neutral to stay chill in the frenzy; a cocktail of color.

Can you guess what I’m wearing today?  Yep, a gray t-shirt, but it has two bright white axes across the front.  I’m chopping my way through a monochrome existence…

Missy


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  1. Wildlife Art by SylNovember 5, 2014 at 8:46 PM

    Gray is good..my hair is silver with gray streaks which ultimately match my soft gray tee that I love together with blue jeans and splashy red earrings..yep, gray is good...this is one of the best blogs you have written..Love Mom

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  2. Missy ANovember 6, 2014 at 10:05 AM

    Thanks, Mom. This morning I woke to a giant yellow-orange orb - almost didn't recognize Mr. Sun. Now, it's the liquid variety, and gray.

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  3. sewsavyNovember 11, 2014 at 7:44 AM

    I loved this. Yes, the eyes need a place to rest. So does the body on those gray days sometimes. You tickle me with the perkiness of junk! I'm even perky before the coffee but know many who can't be spoken to until at least one cup has passed their lips. They are gray indeed. We have grey here today as well. What a welcome respite. I'm missing fall entirely. :(

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    1. Missy ANovember 17, 2014 at 12:59 PM

      Thanks, Marlene. When do you come home? It has been really cold, but crystal clear and beautiful.

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