Tranquility

One thinks of a forest and its rivers and streams as being a limited palette of green and brown, but I see so much more.  Brown is too mundane for my forests.  To me, God has graced us with a buffet of color to ingest and savor.  The fluorescents of fall: pulsating yellow lichens clinging to pine boughs, hot pink needles underneath; the white bark of the Aspen against the crimson and scarlet of fall’s vine maples variegated with deep magenta and purples; the mauves of winter.  Come spring and summer the colors of new life burst forth: brilliant vivid lime greens, emeralds and cadmiums anchored by the cools of phthalo green, turquoise deep and the almost black of dioxazine purple in the deepest recesses of the forest’s depth.