Here it is, the end of summer, and I’m looking at spring-like colors. They seem so very fresh right now!
Nature and color are inseparable. How influenced we are by what we see around us! I feel drab and dreary in the desert, even when there is some miraculous dramatic bloom. Even when there is a dramatic rock formation. Even when there is a dramatic thunderstorm. Even when I recognize the drama of large expanses of sand and brush.
And, in contrast, I feel somehow enriched when I see expanses of green, whether grassy hills, trees, or shrubs. And more at peace with the relentless movement of the sea.
I also wonder how much our surroundings impacted us when we were growing up, figuring things out, coming to terms with ourselves…