as far as thinking spots go, this is a pretty good one.
It might sound kind of bizarre, but I am obsessed with colors. I see everything in colors. I think in colors, and a colored lens filters each memory between my ears. For instance, goodbye memories are typically coated in smokey gray and childhood memories of riding a bike are streaked with purple, yellow, and neon orange. In my mind, everyone I meet becomes associated with a certain color. My sister is yellow. My best friend is burnt orange. I feel in colors– feeling blue is not a hollow expression. And happiness feels undoubtedly golden. Hues and tones are simply an inherent part of my life.
Sometimes finding inspiration can be difficult in a creative industry. Sometimes it seems as if it’s possible to run out of colors for every project. But it’s not. The best proof of an endless color pallet is this beautiful planet we inhabit. I started thinking about the notion of color and looking through some photographs I took over the past year, only to discover that as far as colors go, Mother Nature has Crayola beat any day of the week.
During July, I found bright red flowers. They looked fake, yet there they were, waving wildly in a field by the thousands, vibrant and tall.
I found fire orange and smiley face yellow in the mountains of Colorado. Unreal, right? All these photos have no color enhancement. They are all nat-ur-al.
maple falls green
The first time I saw northern Washington, the brightness in the green shocked me. Some of those forests are so Ninja Turtle green I thought I was in a cartoon, yet there I was smack dab in the middle of reality again.
Adirondack Blue is probably one of my favorite colors. It’s a very warm blue discovered outside of Saranac Lake, thick with stars and the smell of lakes. This was a good find.
Upstate New York produces a lavender tint in the water that never really hits Colorado. I hadn’t seen this light purple until last May. Every evening, most of the Thousand Islands are covered in bona fide pink light. This was another good find.
I’ve never really thought of sea lions as brown, but in Oregon, I learned that they are, indeed brown. And smelly.
Black and white are traditionally thought of as non-colors, but I like them too. A few times in Mexico, I saw the deepest blacks silhouetted against the ocean and the setting sun. The palm trees grew so dark they looked like vector art until I reminded myself that I was staring at a beach, not a computer monitor.
White. Living in Crested Butte, this is the predominant color of my life. Big, white flakes cover everything for half of the year. I shovel white. My car gets stuck in white. My nose turns this color when it gets too cold. And best of all, I get to snowboard through the color white, hopefully when it is so blizzardy that white is the only color I can see.
And so, it is important to step away from the computer. This world is worth exploring.
I believe that to find inspiration, all I have to do is…look around. Good job, Planet Earth.
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