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Showing posts with label blue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blue. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Five Years and Counting
Five years.
1,748 published posts.
1,503 page views last month.
36,205 all time history page views.
These are a few of my blog's stats.
Some writers care about their stats, but I don't. Why? Because they say nothing important about my blog and my reasons for blogging.
What matters is this: I enjoy anticipating writing a post, spending the day attending to what happens; selecting a focus; exploring that topic; preparing the "snap," whether my own image or something I've borrowed (like a book cover); and then drafting, revising, editing, and publishing my work.
This blog is about what preoccupies me, not what might interest you, Dear Reader (if you are reading, then you are automatically "dear" to me).
Today, that interest is blue. Glorious blue. Blue sky, which we haven't seen in Sewanee in a long, long time. Blue Dasher, the abdomen a dusty hyacinth like the Crane stationery I once used for formal notes. The green-blue of the male Pondhawk, taking on his adult hue. The Slaty Skimmer's deep blue of a star-lit night, and the electric turquoise of a skink slung out on warm concrete.
Oh blue, how I have missed you.
Oh blog, how I have enjoyed you.
Here's to more of both for years to come.
1,748 published posts.
1,503 page views last month.
36,205 all time history page views.
These are a few of my blog's stats.
Some writers care about their stats, but I don't. Why? Because they say nothing important about my blog and my reasons for blogging.
What matters is this: I enjoy anticipating writing a post, spending the day attending to what happens; selecting a focus; exploring that topic; preparing the "snap," whether my own image or something I've borrowed (like a book cover); and then drafting, revising, editing, and publishing my work.
This blog is about what preoccupies me, not what might interest you, Dear Reader (if you are reading, then you are automatically "dear" to me).
Today, that interest is blue. Glorious blue. Blue sky, which we haven't seen in Sewanee in a long, long time. Blue Dasher, the abdomen a dusty hyacinth like the Crane stationery I once used for formal notes. The green-blue of the male Pondhawk, taking on his adult hue. The Slaty Skimmer's deep blue of a star-lit night, and the electric turquoise of a skink slung out on warm concrete.
Oh blue, how I have missed you.
Oh blog, how I have enjoyed you.
Here's to more of both for years to come.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Bluebells
In her wonderful book Color: A Natural History of the Palette, Victoria Finlay includes this passage in her chapter titled "Blue":
"It is curious that in England the word 'blue' should represent depressing as well as transcendent things; that it should be the most holy hue and the color of pornography. Perhaps this is because blue recedes into the distance -- artists use it to create space in their paintings; TV stations use it as a background on which they can superimpose other footage -- so it represents a place that is outside normal life, beyond not only the seas but the horizon itself. Fantasy, depression and God are all, like blue, in the more mysterious reaches of our consciousness."
How do I describe the blue of the bluebell? Ultramarine? Azure? Cerulean? Indigo? Sapphire? Royal? Persian? Cobalt? Prussian?
Like God, like depression, like fantasy, it is all these and more.
Celebrate blue and the bluebell.
"It is curious that in England the word 'blue' should represent depressing as well as transcendent things; that it should be the most holy hue and the color of pornography. Perhaps this is because blue recedes into the distance -- artists use it to create space in their paintings; TV stations use it as a background on which they can superimpose other footage -- so it represents a place that is outside normal life, beyond not only the seas but the horizon itself. Fantasy, depression and God are all, like blue, in the more mysterious reaches of our consciousness."
How do I describe the blue of the bluebell? Ultramarine? Azure? Cerulean? Indigo? Sapphire? Royal? Persian? Cobalt? Prussian?
Like God, like depression, like fantasy, it is all these and more.
Celebrate blue and the bluebell.
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