color

[from Deep Play © 1999 by Diane Ackerman, p187:]

---In the lavender hour of twilight, a glorious sunset begins with a slow caravan of red, orange, and yellow gushing behind the forest of aspen and pine. At last it builds to a swirling tumult of scarlet, fuchsia, and deepest purple. All over the world people witness and celebrate this daily marvel, as sunlight traveling through the lens of the atmosphere bends into intense, ambiguous colors. How we love to play games with color. I picture the neon lights of Hong Kong; the carnival costumes in Rio de Janeiro; New Guinea warriors in paint, masks, and headdresses; Spanish flamenco dancers. Our passion for color connects us intimately to people everywhere, but also to plants and animals. We are all of us bamboozled by its trickery, exalted by its richness, and enslaved by its messages. Craving color like a drug, we will rise at dawn, or trek long distances to scenic lookout points, just to drink color from the fountains of the sun.

[Hey peeps. Another month of "vacation" with no blog entries. But back again.

Be well. (And recover from your cold.)]