There are days when inspiration comes from maybe the tiniest of birds flying through the sky or perhaps a magnificent sunset, with purples and oranges bursting over a mountain range. There are days when you are inspired from music or a child's laughter, from a creek chuckling through a forest or a field of wild poppies, waving gently in the wind. And there are days, when inspiration comes from color. Royal purple, crisp and cool blue, golden red, creamy white, shiny silver, emerald green, cranberry red, and lemon yellow. All of them oh so beautiful, but today, one stands out in my mind more than all the others: yellow. So I will share with you some bits and pieces of yellow; please do enjoy. :)
Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,--
Prodigal of blue,
Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly
, Like a lover's words.
By Emily Dickonson
All the credit for the photos belongs to.....
Car in street at Mexico by Joshua Singh
Horse in field by Agnes Garami
Man running in dessert by Alexandre quillet
Elephant by “Wannabe tramp”
Subway by Thomas Lottermoser
Truck in field by Perrine
Sunflowers by Markoni M. Photos
...
A storm was coming up by dark gradations.
But what was curious about this was
That as the sky seemed to be taking on
An ashy blankness, behind which there lay
Tonalities of lilac and dusty rose
Tarnishing now to something more than dusk,
Crepuscular and funerary greys,The streets became more luminous, the world
Glinted and shone with an uncanny freshness.
The brickwork of the house across the street
(A grim, run-down Victorian chateau)
Became distinct and legible; the air,
Full of excited imminence, stood still.
The streetcar tracks gleamed like the paths of snails.
And all of this made me superbly happy,
But most of all a yellow Checker Cab
Parked at the corner. Something in the light
Was making this the yellowest thing on earth.
It was as if Adam, having completed
Naming the animals, had started in
On colours, and had found his primary pigment
Here, in a taxi cab, on Eighty-ninth street.
It was the absolute, parental yellow.
...
From "Apprehensions," by Anthony Hecht
A storm was coming up by dark gradations.
But what was curious about this was
That as the sky seemed to be taking on
An ashy blankness, behind which there lay
Tonalities of lilac and dusty rose
Tarnishing now to something more than dusk,
Crepuscular and funerary greys,The streets became more luminous, the world
Glinted and shone with an uncanny freshness.
The brickwork of the house across the street
(A grim, run-down Victorian chateau)
Became distinct and legible; the air,
Full of excited imminence, stood still.
The streetcar tracks gleamed like the paths of snails.
And all of this made me superbly happy,
But most of all a yellow Checker Cab
Parked at the corner. Something in the light
Was making this the yellowest thing on earth.
It was as if Adam, having completed
Naming the animals, had started in
On colours, and had found his primary pigment
Here, in a taxi cab, on Eighty-ninth street.
It was the absolute, parental yellow.
...
From "Apprehensions," by Anthony Hecht
Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,--
Prodigal of blue,
Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly
, Like a lover's words.
By Emily Dickonson
All the credit for the photos belongs to.....
Car in street at Mexico by Joshua Singh
Horse in field by Agnes Garami
Man running in dessert by Alexandre quillet
Elephant by “Wannabe tramp”
Subway by Thomas Lottermoser
Truck in field by Perrine
Sunflowers by Markoni M. Photos
turned out sweet! i like how the first three look together especially
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