The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine,
bracing and delicious.
And why shouldn't it be?
--it is the same the angels breathe.
~ Mark Twain
A little watercolor painting I did on the beach at Laniakea ...
When the sun shines, color pops and we all "Ooh and aah" over the beauty. When the skies are grey the colors are more muted. It calls for us to slow down and see a more subtile beauty.
Some music for the visit ...
Hawaii, as everyone knows, has a tropical climate so there is bound to be an ample amount of rain. It happened, though, that on my two trips in 2018 it was grey about 90% of the time. It was around the time that a lot of the flooding on the North Shore of Kauai and O'ahu were reported in the news.
When the sun came out I would run outside and take a zillion photos! That's why, after all the posts I've done, you might be surprised about the weather. Of course, it's Hawaii so it's always pretty temperate and very beautiful regardless of it being sunny or not! The colors are softer when the sun is obscured and everything has a more muted palette.
Well, hello green turtle!
A gray day provides the best light.
~Leonardo da Vinci
The color of truth gray.
~Andre Gide
A walk in the rain ...
The soft pastel color of sea shells ...
And signs of love in the sand
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
- P. B. Shelley
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
- P. B. Shelley
Hope you are finding beauty
wherever you are.
Blessings and light!
