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9 comments:
As a rainbow steven, a beautiful rainbow.
i could spend a great deal of time within the first shot of blueness, steven. this one is especially stunning.
but isn't it wonderful to know, to KNOW that we don't actually encounter every colour every day? greens seem to teach me this the most. i'll happen by a new green of moss and think, this is the first time i have ever seen this colour! but what a spectrum every day!
xo
erin
hmmmmmm yes elisabeth . . . . .even in the grey scale days. i find colour. and colour finds me. like music. like eyes. steven
erin - i took words away from this after i read your comment because i hadn't really considered the very real detail of the colours that arrive and are created in a day. and certain;ly in the winter i see less and more and search so very hard for colours like red and yellow and blue swings towards the centre and then all around me. steven
And the clock keeps on ticking.
Did you read that they have decided not to decide about eliminating the leap second for another three years?
The things they think about! Wow. I prefer watching it drift past. Happy Saturday, Steven.
reya there are all sorts of ticking clocks - like the ones you and i have already left behind and then i wonder about the ones i live inside and especially the ones to be arriving. a second here and a second there. ha!!! steven
If only we had skies like this. You know what we have here: the grey of morning turning into the grey of evening.
friko - this is how the camera sees it. the skies are blue-white and then into grey. when it's very cold the skies are so clear. it's beautiful. sunsets return. sunrises appear and colour becomes a little bit more of an experience. steven
Continuing in winter dreaming here!
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