When the snow covers the rolling fields and hills of southern Wisconsin, at two times of day the world looks BLUE. It is amazing. The blue is a soft, light navy-ish purple. Though I try to capture this color in a photo, because I don’t have the words, it needs to be seen in person.
I have a hard time pinning down a favorite color, and if asked, I would answer that mine is red, not blue, but blue takes a very close second place. The blues that I am attracted to are sometimes vivid, and sometimes subtle. The two-blue-times of day are more subtle.
It is hard to have “subtle” on a sunny day when the snow covers rural Wisconsin, though. Then, the blinding light hurts our blue Norwegian eyes. I say “our” with tongue-in-cheek. If you know me, you know that my complexion is more Mediterranean than Scandinavian, but I do have those eyes.
Yesterday was a photographer’s dream day. Everything looked sharp and focused. As is typical for me, I did not have my phone, and couldn’t capture the blinding blue of the sky, which I would call Carolina Blue, the blue to which I return tomorrow.
Vivid or subtle, I can see why blue is often used to describe the moods of longing and need. Next time I get my Wisconsin fix, it will be summer. That season brings a whole new pallet of blues, the color.
For right now, I struggle a bit with blue, the mood. Hoo-boy.