the deepening rust, orange, browns, yellows turning to gold and sharp greens mottled with lemon yellows
So much birdsong – I think about how conscious I am of the amount and texture of song and as I watch the colours of leaves and spindle berries and am still, the birds come closer in the hedgerows and, just sometimes, I can match the song to the feathered one
the subtlety of blending, tones, mixing, layering – how do we find names for what we see and experience?
The colours I see are in my mind – trust that – try not to over-think
The images are to trigger the memories
I have literature I could search, I have names for colours I could make up, but for now I wish to follow the experience of seeing colour, looking and observing more closely and deeply and then making quick references
Today I like the idea that walking out onto the footpath and breathing deeply, I don’t have a fixed question, a fixed focus. I am noticing, looking, feeling, sensing what might catch my attention. It is light – how the light illuminates colours. How the lemon yellows, the saturate colour highlights demand attention. There were more subtle colours too – light on the seedheads, light on water..
I find the sharp yellows tricky to work with because they automatically demand visual attention – something to think about.
Later in the day, before dusk, I tried out words for the sky colours – soft grey, apricot, a gentle mauve …