No one likes drab. Color makes a splash that gives zest to life. But, overuse opens the way to appreciate a moment when color is gone.
The landscape in Wyoming is stunning. Vast open spaces capture the imagination of any human being who pays attention to life on the prairie. There is so much expanse to take in.
Erase the color when those grand moments come and something eye-catching emerges. Shapes, shades and proportions take front stage when the photoreceptors of our retina do not have the stimuli of our cones and rods picking up colors. We are left with the wonder of a different kind of emphasis.
Memories of ancient books and stories come to mind. People who had their voices draw a picture and fill in the breadth and depth of yarns told to the imagination of hearers. Images without color beckon hearers to join in the drama and fill-in the palate with their own choices of color.
Or the story keeps its focus on the life lived without the aesthetic wash of wonder. Movement, ease and linear lines keep a picture simple. Depth is very much a part of this kind of rendering.
Patterns of a tree that is denuded could be a frozen path of lightning across the sky. Gnarled bark lets texture shine. You can feel the rough exterior of the skin of a tree just by gazing at a picture that depends on shading and shape.
The tree has lived for years giving each bend, every twist and all branches a moment to tell a story. Wind storms, drought and snow have each left scars and tears on this living mass. History cannot be revised by modern observers.
Instead, for the initiated and observant a map leaves sign posts to trace the past development. Like a freeway through the portal of time moments of terror and times of plenty are all a part of a life of a tree. It blends into the grassy ground and reaches unashamed into the sky.
Then, God blazons the sky with the constant burning of the sun. Powerful rays rain down light, warmth and splendor on the Wyoming grasslands. Whatever for a moment seems ugly in a tree that no longer boasts life, its skeleton still calls for attention.
Color is not always necessary. At least the option of this world in moments without it gives us pause to think different thoughts. Still there is beauty just as the Almighty does everything beautifully.
photo credit: brucefong photography