Local Color – Imagine we lived in a world that’s all of a sudden devoid of color, but where you’re given the option to have just one object keep its original hue. Which object (and which color) would that be?
This is the wrong time of year to ask that questions. My world has been saturated with the richest colors of nature’s spectrum and I am unable to make such a choice. Though if I must pick an object — or “class of objects” — it would have to be “trees.” In this part of the world, trees are showtime. The heart and soul of every season.
Winter strips the color effectively enough. We live in a black-and-white world from December through March, only traffic lights blinking in red, yellow, and green. And Christmas decorations — red, green, more red, more green.
I wear bright coats and sweaters to compensate for the paled-out world, the utter silent whiteness of it all. Red is the color that holds its own throughout white days and nights.
So I’ll keep red. And, if you don’t mind, I’ll also hang on to red’s close cousins, the oranges and warm yellows. You can build a whole world with those colors. I know. I’ve been living in that world for weeks.
We both took a few pictures. I didn’t take as many as Marilyn, but as it happens, a few of mine came out pretty well … so let’s all enjoy autumn a little longer. The first three are of Attean Pond, taken from the scenic view on Route 201.
The photograph below was taken from the Margaret Chase Smith Library grounds in Skowhegan, the day we drove down to have lunch with Bette Stevens, Maine author and a good friend.
A misty morning, your handsome spouse, your grandmother’s house that’s also your elementary school and the Eiffel Tower — this week, show us something dreamy.
The mist is nearly gone …
As the rains washes the remaining leaves from the trees, autumn lingers in my photo files. It was a great autumn and I still have more than a few pictures to show you.
In the valley when the mist clears , you can see the farms and houses
From our grand tour of the White Mountains of Maine, New Hampshire, and Vermont. October, 2014 is definitely one of the best ever.
Pink reflections at day’s end
At first, I couldn’t think of anything appropriate … and then, I saw Cee’s pictures and a light bulb went off somewhere in my brain.
Can you see the ducklings?
The lens makes rainbows as direct sun passes through it. We call it chromatic aberration, but it is also refraction.