At times, the Bayou can be downright colorful! With a great number of waterfowl with bright plumage and with a myriad of plants with brilliant blooms, color is easy to find. Then, throw in a sunrise or sunset and those hues have a tendency to look almost like a crayon box explosion! At other times, it is grey. Simply grey. No other colors, no vibrant hues, nothing at all to even give a blush to the scenery. Today was one of those grey days. The sun did not pop out to brighten up the place at all! It was simply grey.
I took a few photographs of the Bay just to capture the stillness of the moment. Although earlier it had been blowing a gale, the winds calmed a bit as I headed out the door. This calmness and greyness gave the Bayou an eerie feeling. I could find none of my usual critter friends and that made it even seem more ominous. I almost felt as if I was alone in the world. To most folks this solitude would seem to portend some dismal event and this greyness might foreshadow unhappy times but for me, I revel in it. Days like today stoke the creativity inside my brain!
I can see past the monotone shades to see the beauty that can sometimes be covered over by flashy hues. I am intrigued by the simple flowing curves of the marsh contrasting against the ragged edges of clouds being whipped by high winds aloft. I am fascinated by the blackness of the pier posts silhouetted against the metallic grey waters. I am curious why only the windows of the boat have a slight tinge of teal in a photograph of almost all grey. My interest is piqued to the point of exhilaration! This study in grey pushes me to paint the scene. If only. If only I could recreate something so excitingly vibrant as this greyness, so peaceful as this stillness, so refreshing as this solitude then I will have succeeded in being an artist.
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