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…