Light draws out color that is hidden in the shadows; shadows nurture hues that the light doesn't touch.
The sea isn't "just" blue, but reflects what goes on in the sky overhead. Maybe that's why the minutes flow past so quickly, one after another like waves on the shore, when we're at the ocean, simply watching its dance and listening to its song.
Long before there was Silicon Valley and all its technocratic adulation, there were trees and mountains, meadows and blue sky -- places of beauty nature invited us to be in and enjoy.
And long after technocracy fails, the trees and mountains and meadows will remain. Still beautiful. Still inviting us to be in them and enjoy.
@mykhaylo indeed that is true -- technology has the potential to do and be good, as well as the opposite. Technocracy tends to lie in the latter category.
They all had something to do, and each valued the contributions of the others.
And because they were friends, they listened as much as they spoke, and even if they disagreed on issues, it didn't stop them from working together toward the common goal of moving that boat forward and enjoying the day.
Somehow, she managed to get there before the crowds did, though she knew that wouldn't last.
But no need to hurry, rush through the experience. She'd dreamed for years about being here, and now that she WAS here, she would extract every single possible element of satisfaction from the moment.
She had barely taken a sip of tea before the knock came at the kitchen door.
Did she recognize that knock? Friend, foe, salesperson?
It was worth taking another long sip before making a decision. Friend, she'd answer and invite them to join her. Salesperson, politico, proselytizer or foe, no.
Not all sounds are created equal, of the same value, meaning, and desire to be heard. It's okay, especially in today's world of watching every word we speak, so say that something is better than something else.
Like the sound of water cascading down a precipice in the forest. This is a much better sound than yelling, or sirens, or the background babble of talking heads.
Sunset is a time for contemplation, for slowing down as the day comes to a close. And while sunsets are always worth taking time to see, they are especially emotive at the Grand Canyon in Arizona, USA.
The colors in both light and shadow are ephemeral, shifting and changing from one moment to the next. A majestic place, made even more divine.
She knew perfectly well that she wasn't dressed the way she was "supposed" to be for where she was, in the same way that she didn't believe the way she was "supposed" to believe nor live her life and pursue her interests and dreams the way she was "supposed" to do.
But because she knew her own mind, she didn't pay attention to the voices of conformity.
The rocks, the cliffs -- they don't move. Monolithic and still, the bluffs and crags of the Grand Canyon in Arizona, USA, do not rush about, teeming with activity.
Rather, they stand through the ages, relatively unchanging to our eyes. There is a sense of comfort in this immutability, especially in a world where we're told that things can't change fast enough.
It's like magic when you tell a child that green is made up of blue and yellow -- I enjoy watching them experiment with crayons and discovering, hey, it's true!
Nature uses the yellow of sunshine and the blue of water to create the lush green grass and leaves of spring.
The clouds were broody but not seriously so. They had considered an evening storm, but upon reflection, broke up to allow the last light of the day to shine through.
And it was dramatic, and emotive, and peaceful -- a quiet and contemplative way to enter into the night.
It was a quiet place, still and peaceful. To hear the soft murmur of the river you had to stop and be very still yourself.
There was no sound of traffic, sirens, blaring horns. No slamming of doors, rings and dings and tinny tunes of cell phones, no background babble from TVs and screens.
There was an entire landscape through which they ran, grazed, strolled, stayed together, and watched out for one another.
In the background, the mountains were protective, benevolent, a refuge in which they lived, totally oblivious to the existence of metropolises, cell phones, automobiles, and TV sets.
May the image upon the card take both you and the person to whom you send it to a place of rich, deep color and the unmistakable, sound of a soft, calming surf. Peace, to you and yours.