It's a painting, every day
May. 8th, 2007 19:45![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
torquillI was looking out the window on the ride home through the marshes today.
The wind-ruffled water was reflecting a very deep blue sky, interspersed with either the bottle green of summer rushes, or the sere ocher color of last year's dead and drowned weeds. Some of the flats were almost orange with dried mud, or yellow with blooming flowers... I almost got drunk on the colors alone.
I wish I were carrying a camera worth the name -- even if I was unable to catch detail, the patchwork of colors would have been a lovely picture.
The wind-ruffled water was reflecting a very deep blue sky, interspersed with either the bottle green of summer rushes, or the sere ocher color of last year's dead and drowned weeds. Some of the flats were almost orange with dried mud, or yellow with blooming flowers... I almost got drunk on the colors alone.
I wish I were carrying a camera worth the name -- even if I was unable to catch detail, the patchwork of colors would have been a lovely picture.
