And after the Red-Bellied Woodpecker flew off to do other things, the Blue Jays came back and I took some more pictures! These are beautiful birds. Rather sinister and they destroy the nests of other birds and eat their eggs. But as blue as a bird gets, Blue Jays are. Blue, I mean.
Welcome Blue Jay!
Big Blue Jay
Handsome Blue Jay
Big Blue Jay
Blue Jay, watching
And a few more blues:
Garry in blue
Looking for something different? Becky sent me the clue and I realized “Hey, I have signs too!”
So here are a couple of them. Square and unquestionably blue!
Paint a rock, take a rock. pass on your rocks …
And then, there are the hours at the pot shop!
On this very hot day in July, thoughts tend to turn more to cold showers than romance … but it will get better.
By Monday, the heat will break and then it will be a normal hot summer. Or, so we hope. Because the weather has not been anything like normal in quite a while and I wonder if it will ever be “normal” again.
An icy blue river in February.
First of all, you always take pictures at an angle because buildings are tall and we aren’t quite that tall. You are probably taller than me, but I’m not a hard level to beat.
But since you brought up architecture, I figured okay, why not? Buildings are good and surely I’ve got some blue skies or blue shutters or blue something or other.
Amidst a near sea of pink, my selfie in the mirror at Garry’s barbershop. I’m dressed in blue and there are some other bits of blue here and there.
A blue photographer and one blue sky with a red neon sign.
And the neon sign by the Mendon Diner!
It took me a while to finally get the Spiderwort to show properly blue. This is the way I see them outside. They turn purple or violet when photographed and my job was to finally get the hue corrected. it wasn’t easy, but I did it. It sure took long enough!
Early in June, we went to the Blackstone River in Smithfield and met two kayakers. One was setting out in a blue kayak, the other in a red one.
The sun was bright and the blue of the kayak and the man’s blue lifevest reflected in the silky water.
It was a beautiful day and they decided to try paddling upriver. No one goes upriver, but we didn’t know why no one goes upriver. I’m assuming that there’s a falls up there or perhaps too many rocks.
We didn’t stay long enough to see how it went or how far they managed to paddle.
The blue Kayak
Blue sky, blue kayak and of course, blue water.
So. In the middle of June, we hopped down to the Curleys and hung out at the marina. It was a bit too rough to go out and to be fair, I’m just as happy in the marina as anywhere else. Being along the water is a treat, no matter what we are doing.
I took a bunch of pictures there and didn’t even get around to processing them. So here’s one … blue sky, blue canvas boat cover, blue water.
Blue skies on a bright day in June
Okay. I’m playing around a bit, but I took a lot of pictures of my garden today and there were so many pictures, one of them clearly needed to be blue.
After all, this IS a blue July, is it not? How could I pass up this magical opportunity to have a beautiful blue garden on this beautiful day in July?
This is my very blue garden full of daylilies of the normally orange kind.
A square, blue garden of daylilies
It has finally arrived and it’s going to be a blue, blue summer. Today, it’s the bright blue of the wild spiderwort in my garden.
Spiderwort is a strange plant and its blue color has a strong violet and pink undertone. So often, I take a picture of “blue spiderwort,” but when I post it on my computer, it’s bright violet-pink. No amount of color correction will fix it, either.
They come out blue if I take the picture in shade. Or — mostly shade. It’s something about the spectrum of sunshine that changes its color.
Spiderwort in its proper shade of deep blue.
There’s so much blue in our world. Sky and sea, houses and turquoise and … well … everything.
And so, this is a little bit of everything!
Take your pick. Garry actually went out to take some pictures today, but didn’t get as many as usual. First, because he got caught by a fan who was also a photographer and by the time the conversation ended, the sky had darkened considerably. Blue and gray had turned almost black and dark. Rain was coming!
A truck or a mural. An octopus, whale, or a rich color of blue. Or, for that matter, water! It’s going to be a very rewarding experience I’m sure!
I find I have no whales or octopi. I’ve very good on trucks and while I lack any murals, I do have some mosaics. And I’m totally sure I’ve got a plethora of blue.
Photo: Garry Armstrong – Two trucks doing road repair. Actually not doing anything, but in theory, road repair.
Photo: Garry Armstrong – Trucks in downtown Douglas
It’s a mosaic because we don’t have any murals. But it’s an old one and it’s all about shearing sheep and marketing the wool. The best of Uxbridge!
A very blue counter in an old Mendon diner
The day after a snowstorm, the sky is dark blue and clear as crystal. Infinite and bright, cleared of all dust and debris. We got about 8 inches of fluffy white stuff yesterday. Today, we have the brightest sun and the bluest sky since … the last snowstorm!
As the remnants of the storm blow out to sea …
The morning after snow sky
So many blues from amongst to choose!
Qing dynasty rice bowl, typically used by field workers. The blue chicken is a cultural thing. The bowl is almost 200 years old — and it isn’t even close to my oldest pieces of pottery.