Blue, you nearly escaped my attention this week! Nearly, but not quite.
This picture was taken on the day of my mom's funeral. It was quite unusual--a brilliant blue sky in the midst of weeks of dour weather--her very favorite sort of wintery day. I love this picture because it encapsulates something which could never be expressed in words, but is exactly how the day felt to me.
An old blue truck out in the middle of nowhere. I wish it could tell me its story. Whenever I see this particular shade of blue, I am overcome with an empirical urge to own it. Which is why I'm saving up my loose change to buy van Gogh's Blossoming Almond Tree someday.
And if you haven't already made a habit of visiting the lovely Elsita's blog, you should begin to do so now. Because for the next two weeks she is presenting a marvelous exhibition on color and it is very much worth your time and attention.
Finally, dear reader, I hope you will enter my Hundred Dresses giveaway which is being held in the previous post. Please don't hesitate to play if you happen to live outside these great United States. As I've mentioned before, it would delight me to know my work is gracing the walls of a dwelling in Tasmania, Pondicherry, or Katmandu.
And thank you to those who have already left comments! I am taking great delight in your suggestions...it makes me want to add a post script to the story! Especially the part about a smooch, a burning house, and some bandits. Brilliant! And the complications of matching two opposite ends of the social spectrum. Profound! Perhaps we should skip the novel and go straight for the screenplay, because I can already see this thing lighting up the big silver screen.