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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.
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| 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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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
ReplyDeleteThanks, 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.
ReplyDeleteI 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. :(
ReplyDeleteThanks, Marlene. When do you come home? It has been really cold, but crystal clear and beautiful.
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