During the winter, my strongest need besides warmth is always color. Color is food for the soul especially during a time of monotones. My eye is inevitably drawn to any speck of color, to the subtlest shade of blue – give me anything so I don’t feel like I have gone color blind! On a walk during the last snow storm, when the sky looked slate grey and the winter sun could just as well have been a cold full moon, I captured the following colors:
This smokestack is all that’s left from a dismantled factory. It sits at the far end of a large field with an old green truck as its only companion.
During summer, these huge crosses are difficult to see as the lush greenery of grass and trees makes them almost invisible. Only in winter do they assert their presence and become a prominent landmark.
I had always thought of the building in the background as white. Only against the snow did it reveal its pale blue shade of true color!