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Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hue of You


“Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary.”
― Siobhan VivianSame Difference

Be part of The Weekly Photo Challenge at The Daily Post.
Be part of The Weekly Photo Challenge at The Daily Post.

 . . . and look at all these other hues of the rainbow:

Colors of the sea . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hue of You | Cee’s Photography

A spiral of hues . . .
WPC : The Hue of You | filimages

Who knew the legal profession could be so colorful?
The Hue of You: Choose a Job You Love | The Human Rights Warrior

Beautiful neutrals . . .
En route | Empire of Lights

Does the mystery of what lies beyond lead us to believe it is infinite?
Weekly Challenge: Hue | Through My Lens

Bittersweet October . . .
Weekly Challenge: Hue | Through My Lens

Warm wood tones . . .
Photo Project “52 Bolivian Sundays” [week 42, ‘a Hue of Color, from Tarija’] | 3rdculturechildren

Wiggling, rawring green . . .
The Hues of My Fancy | rarasaur

Do you know what kiping is?
Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hue of You |A Splash of Kiping | lifebydmagdalene

The dark graphite grey of a sketchbook . . .
Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hue of You | fojap en français


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Weekly Photo Challenge: Color

The color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination.
– Ward Elliot Hour

Weekly Photo Challenge:  Color / The Daily Post

Here are some of my favorite interpretations:

Weekly Photo Challenge: Colour / Tish Farrell
The Colours of Fraser – Weekly Photo Challenge – Colour / The Eternal Traveller
PragueByKaty (I got so excited about this one I almost put the wrong link in! — LOVE it!)
Selasksa Kata (Color knows no language)
weekly photo challenge… ‘colour’ / Carry My Camera
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie
Serenity Spell
Milners Blog
The Beauty Along the Road
Benign Neglect (I love the black/white and color comparison)
Hayley Vornholt (Yum! . . . ‘Nuff said.)
Wood Rabbit Journey

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In the Midst of Beige

Speaking of color . . . we were, weren’t we?  I am a highly visual person with a brain hard-wired for color association.  I dream in vivid technicolor.  The colors often symbolize feelings.  I once had a very passionate dream about someone I should not be dreaming passionately about.  The walls were a deep cranberry red, the flush of lust.  Outside the window, there was a light illuminating the innocence of pure white snow.  It was a calm, quiet, flurry of snow, but I was content to stay inside.  I woke up just as the kiss touched my lips, my heart pounding against my rib cage!

As a mother of young children, it was not uncommon for me to hear people remark how cute it was that I dressed us all in the same color, something I would never intentionally do!  Clearly, it had been a red day (or blue, or green, etc.) and the clothes I chose for each of us reflected the color that fit my mood.

When I see a color that catches my eye, I will instantly see other items in the room that match it.  I will say, “Ooh!  I like the color of your blouse.”  Then, “Oh look how it matches the straw in your drink and the book on that shelf!”  I notice immediately if two co-workers are wearing the same color.

It should come as no surprise, then, that this is my least favorite time of the year.  The hues drain from the trees and flowers, leaving behind the browns, tans and grays of death.  I’ve noticed my mood spiraling downward, weighted by the bleak of winter.

Walking with the dogs today, I forgot my camera at home, but did have my phone with me.  Setting up a scavenger hunt for myself, I went to work searching for signs of color in the drab landscape.

A fiery twig announced its presence along the trail near the fence.
















Sumac and red berries (nightshade?) light my way along this desolate scene.
Raspberry vines in subtle violet bow to winter’s cold.
The patient pine dons her dress of evergreen, having watched the other girls in their crimson frills and gowns of gold. Finally she is the belle of the ball . . .