Dawn brings out the blue tones that quickly dissipate as the sun emerges. This morning’s sunrise was slowed by heavy clouds. Compare the color tones before sunrise and just after sunrise.
http://www.spc.noaa.gov/publications/corfidi/sunset/ for more information.
Earlier in the month Spiderworts (Tradescantia) were in bloom. They are perennials that tolerate both mesic and “wet feet” (to be in damp soil), so it was appropriate for them to be found near Lake Michigan’s shoreline. The leaves can be 12 inches or longer which, in this case, gently hide its opening buds. What a pleasant find during my morning adventure on the pebbly path.
“Morph” means change, yet for this family of butterflies it has a different connotation. The Morpho butterflies are so named for their beauty and shape, in reference to Aphrodite. Images of these creatures require patience because when they are visible, they spend most time in the air, rarely settling on a plant long enough to focus and capture (photographically).
This site goes into details of the variety of Morpho butterflies: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpho
Blue skies invited me to venture out after last week’s record setting snowstorm. The large clumps of snow clinging to branches were fresh evidence of the day-before’s blizzard conditions. The color blue is used to represent sadness and gloom. For me, nothing is cheerier in January than the brightness of snow against a clear blue sky. A stroll in the crisp air cures cabin fever quickly; after donning multiple layers of attire. No room for SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) here! Tip: Hot cocoa goes well with winter’s blue skies.
Beautiful translucent Blue butterfly, copyright 2014 Pamela Breitberg
Cool violet blues, pale greens, back lit by the calm afternoon sun. Soothing tranquility sets the mood as I enter. Silence is a respite, and this Friday afternoon, after several weeks of trying to work patiently through an unrelenting minor health issue while unsuccessfully attend to work like the professional I consider myself, the scene in my garden settles the chaotic voices in my mind.
My False Indigo has risen and bloomed. The smooth oval leaves and small pale flowers manage to remind me of life’s beauty and my multitude of blessings. Life is perspectives and I choose to embrace these grace-filled moments.
For information on the False Indigo, see my “Complimentary Accents…” post of May 30, 2012