They don’t call it Grey County for nothing
That probably qualifies as the most often heard phrase in the County. I would imagine any shopkeeper you spoke to would tell you as much.
SO, I have arrived at the place were delicate strands of Irish hair dangling wee chunks of wood, and illuminations of dust on my lampshades is inspiring. I am seeking that which is NOT gray in my photographs and it has been challenging.
It was as I was standing at the kitchen sink, washing my laundry, that I really came to finally admire the simple monotony of the various nuances of gray featured throughout this landscape – slate-gray sky above touched with the horizontal taupey pine trees and their varying degrees of sage green needles. On a tour of the environs one is struck by the multitudinous shades of gray framed in a carpet of crisp white snow …
“Blawdy h-E-double-hockey-sticks … these are the colours I just changed my blog to” !
I’m certain there is some kind of psychology behind that. That particular colour scheme I’ve gravitated towards for quite sometime, and now I am surrounded by it. I like it though. Gives a nice back-drop to my content, because it doesn’t get in the way.
And hey, not too long from now this life will be a dream, and this blog serves is a way to remind me of how it really was.