Blue skies of Nebraska

Blue skies of Nebraska

“I turned to the blue heaven over, gazing into its depths, inhaling its exquisite colour and sweetness.  The rich blue of the unattainable flower of the sky drew my soul towards it, and there it rested, for pure colour is rest of heart.”
— Richard Jeffries, from The Story of My Heart by Richard Jeffries with commentary by Brooke Williams and Terry Tempest Williams

The big skies of Nebraska from along I-80

The big skies of Nebraska from along I-80

Contrail across blue sky

Contrail across blue sky

Blue sky over clouds, from my airplane window

Blue sky over clouds, from my airplane window

“The sky crossed from side to side, like a roof supported on two walls of green.”
— Richard Jeffries, from The Story of My Heart by Richard Jeffries with commentary by Brooke Williams and Terry Tempest Williams

During my visit, the weather in Nebraska was refreshingly warm and sunny.  It got up to around 75 degrees during the afternoon, but slipped to the low 30s at night.  And it was windy!  But it was still early spring there — the trees were still bare, with just some showing the slightest tinge of new green leaves.  No blossoming trees.  A few daffodils, but mostly a scarcity of blooming flowers.  The arrival of Spring seems a lot more tentative here than in my home in the Pacific Northwest.

 

 

Contemplating Blue

August 23, 2013

“We love to contemplate blue, not because it advances to us, but because it draws us after it.”
— Goethe

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Blue skies with skyscraper

Blue skies with skyscraper

The blue-ribbon days of summer!

Hydrangeas in blues and purples

A bush of blue hydrangeas

Garden art: blue plate in a garden gate

I love the blue stems of sea holly

Borage

Nothing but blue skies (Just kidding — this is Seattle, after all!)

Chihuly Garden and Glass sculpture brings this quote to life: “There is no blue without yellow and without orange.” (Vincent Van Gogh)

Blue window trim, Post Alley

Love-in-a-mist

Sweet blueberries, just picked

Sandra Cintro’s Encontro das Aguas (Encounters with Water) at the Olympic Sculpture Park in Seattle

A February Face

February 25, 2012

So much going on in our February sky

“Why, what’s the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?”
— William Shakespeare, Much Ado about Nothing

I love this mention of a “February” face.  Can’t you just picture it?  So full of fleeting, stormy emotions.  Just like our February skies.

Dramatic, dark gray cloud amidst a paler blanket of gray

I love the glowing light of the sun on these gray-sky days.

January skies

“By December the new season was entrenched, and the city was covered almost every day by an ominous steel-grey sky, like one in a painting by Mantegna or Veronese, the perfect backdrop to the crucifixion of Christ or to a day beneath the bedclothes.”
— Alain de Botton, The Art of Travel

“Winter is a blue season, gray-blue at dawn, blue-white in landscapes, and for many people blue in mood.”
— Diane Ackerman, Dawn Light:  Dancing with Cranes and Other Ways to Start the Day

What color is your winter?  Mine definitely looks more like de Botton’s description — gray, gray, gray.  I like how his comments about all the grayness end with a rather cozy image of lingering in bed beneath warm blankets!