I'm reading "Bad Blood" by John Sandford, and I came across an interesting paragraph. It was a line about how Grandma Moses was portrayed as a "primitive painter" because she thought snow was "white."
It went on to explain that if you really looked at it, snow was seldom "white."
Of course, I had to re-read this paragraph a few times in order to get it. Snow is white, right?
Now I am left to wait for a big blanket and a few mounds of the stuff so I can take a closer look.
Apparently, there are other colors to be found--blue, gray, orange, and purple if you take the time to look--depending on the light.
I wonder if this is true of snow, and if it is, then I wonder if it's true of other things we take for granted?
Is the sky really blue?
Is the grass really green?
Are the sands of the beach really only one color?
It's a matter of perspective and open-mindedness.
I hope to be one of those people who see the world around me in all it's colors--not just in the expected way that is ingrained in our minds by conformity.
I do recall seeing glints of color in the snow, now that I think about it, but I have never given it much thought until now.
(sure it looks black after awhile from exhaust fumes, but I'm talking fresh snow)
What colors do you see in a fresh bank of snow?
(made you look!)
no snow, but I'm willing to believe it comes in colors.