The colors of snow

The Eskimos have, well, I forget exactly how many different words for snow, but there are many. Surely some of those words have to do with all the different colors snow seems to have.

Much of the coloration has to do with reflection from its surroundings, as well as from the sky. Still, I have always loved the subtle shifts and play of color found in a fresh bed of snowfall.

Here are a couple for you to enjoy!

Egyptian Cab 2

Both my DMIL and myself have been fascinated with all things Egyptian, but especially anything resembling the jewelry of old. I have tried to recreate this with an earring, bought at a recent bead retreat, and set up to be beaded as a cabochon. To me, the pattern was reminiscent of a scarab, ram's horns, and lightning- and of course, the gold was always used by Egyptian royalty.

The blue matte beads are much more lapis in real life, and don't photograph true, but the sapphire and ruby colored beads are better. The triangles around the edge have a malachite-azurite tinge, and of course, the gold beads are, well, gold! All elements beloved in jewelry by the ancient Ones....I hope you enjoy, and are inspired.

Remember to click on the pic to see the largest view.

colors of Fall

Yeah, this topic has probably been written to death, so I will try to take another tack.

I have been listening to folks talk about this color change, ever since it began in earnest four days back.

The main themes?
"Oh well, we might as well enjoy it, because it is going to be over in a day or so".

"It peaked yesterday, so let's all go back to our little lives"

"Guess that's it for this year"

Sad, I find it.

I have been enjoying the color change, from when it began with one little puff on the end of a branch, overhanging a blind curve on Shephard's Creek (which can be Shepherd's Creek, Shepard's Creek, or Sheperd's creek, depending on what the state called it on the four road signs assigned to it- confuses the tourists, I bet-LOL). The rest of the tree was a stolid dark green, and to this day, refuses to change anything but that one branch. It is almost as if it were saying "I changed, so now leaf me be!"

There is a section of road, where two peaks meet in a saddle, and the bright gold that begins there, then flows down the hollow from that saddle, appears to be as if liquid gold is running down the side of the mountain.

The far flung peaks of Norther Tennessee are a patchwork of reds, rusts, golds and yellows.

Individual trees have caught fire, and are all colors at once.

A maple in our yard has the most soft versions of this, being orange, yellow, red and rust, with tinges of green, in the lightest of shades- most pleasing to the eye and very soothing to look at with a cuppa in hand, while sitting on the deck.

Think I'll go do that, and charge the camera, so I can share with my friends who don't have this show every Fall.

Over it, indeed!