I have been enjoying the vividness of the world lately. Specifically the colour contrasts that occur outside over head. I cannot stop enjoying the skyline.
The sunsets have been spectacular over the past year. It was something I don’t remember-because for fifteen years, we were surrounded by trees. As I watch the sky change colour, I am awestruck on a regular basis that I was somehow missing out, yet no one else really talks about it. Just a regular part of everyone’s day that was taken for granted.
But seeing the sky change so dramatically had me thinking about the inverse colours of some of my regular items. I snapped a photo of my blue lava lamp and pink salt lamp just to see the difference. It’s as equally stunning in a psychedelic kind of way. I think that the next time I see a beautiful pink sunset, I will try to capture the inverse of it as well.
Are you enjoying the sky as much as I do? Perhaps you have taken numerous photos as well. Or maybe you have done more artsy images of inverse colours. I’d love to see them.
Last night, my wife and I prepared dinner together. She had already done a bunch of the preparation work prior to my arrival home. As we worked in the kitchen- we created a beautiful ballet of coordinated movements. Not once did we get in each other’s way, or bump into one another.
Dinner was a flavorful udon noodle soup. With a soft boiled egg, sautéed mushrooms, garlic steamed carrots, seared pork, seaweed and spinach. A delicious medley of tastes that all came together in a large soup bowl.
After dinner was done, the sun was putting on a dazzling show for us in the sky. The colours mimicking the pleasure we experienced from creating and enjoying our meal. The different hues and tones shone into our kitchen creating a sense of wonderment.
Sometimes experiencing the world is akin to admiring a great painting. The views last night were absolutely awe inspiring and tranquil. A true treasure to behold.
If I’m not taking pictures of my family and friends, I am usually taking pictures of food or nature. Skylines and trees are my personal favorites.
Sometimes I take a photo “just because.” It could be a picture of a movie title or a unique object. (Sorry… side quest… is it “a” or “an” before the word “unique”? Let me know in the comments if I was correct, and why.) The other day I took the following picture:
It is not one of my better pictures. But the colours and shapes on the kitchen counter bring me joy. Here are the reasons why:
The green glass bowl– I have always loved shaped and coloured glass. The wavyness of this bowl is fun. There’s even a little matching bowl inside.
The red apples– Apples are my favorite fruit. These were nearly perfect apples as well.
The blue canister– It holds fresh ground coffee. Need I say more?
The silver canister– Holds our sugar for coffee and baking. For the little sweetness needed in our lives.
All of them lined up in our kitchen awaiting their turn to be used. To me, the colours just pop. I could’ve used a filter, or adjusted my angle. Each item is as vibrant in their emotional impact for me as are the colours. I ended up overlooking the art aspect of how to take a good photo.
This picture is a Vibrant Mediocrity. And that’s okay as well. Giving it a title like that turns it into art.
When I was a little child, my favorite color was not blue like most boys, but rather it was green. All because of a Tupperware cup. Ah Tupperware, the strange phenomenon in households from the 50’s through the 80’s. If you were a child of the 70’s/80’s you’d recognize Tupperware in almost everyone’s home.
I drank from the green cup all the time. I remember using it so much that the plastic coating around the lip began to wear off. I’d use my teeth to grind and shave into the plastic cup. I never cared to use the other cups.
By 1982 (I think?), I outgrew green as my favorite color. I began to like red more. As if a switch in my brain flipped. I blame the fact that my parents bought me an amazing Mongoose BMX bike.
It was red with a metallic sparkle to it with gold tire rims and foam pads to “protect” you from getting hurt by the handlebars or the crotch killer. It had a rock hard seat that I would rarely sit on. It was designed to keep you in an almost standing position. I wiped out on that thing a few times, including needing stitches one day on my way to school.
Then I entered awkward teenage years in the late 80’s/early 90’s. Everything was white with strange splashes of neon. As if a blank canvas was being used in the world to share simple images of Geckos or waves.
At some point in my late teenage years I started to like black. Some strange “Goth Phase” in the mid/late 90’s. I still try and buy black t-shirts, but with fun images on them now. I do prefer black clothes over any other color.
But I no longer have a favorite color. There is so much beauty in the world. All of the colors blend so nicely.