I love most colors. My house and clothes closet swell with many colors that reflect my love of variety and life. I love contrast. Blue might be my favorite hue because it is the color of both sky and water, it was my mother’s favorite color, my eyes are blue, and people compliment me when I wear blue. I’m a pushover for compliments.
My brother Randy and I took a cross-country trip, and saw many beautiful sights. A picture that illustrates some of my favorite colors is one of St. Andrews Presbyterian Church in Indianapolis where we attended when we were children. All the colors are crisp. I love red brick with white trim, dark green trees and perfect sky blue even without the clouds.
Here is one Chicago building I liked that displays many shades of blue. The color of aged copper roof ornament contrasts with the reflective glass panes. Set against a perfect sky, few pictures could show my favorite hues more beautifully.
One way to narrow down what you like is to throw out what you don’t like. This next picture epitomizes the colors that depress me.
I love green, but these green trees did not invite me to sit under them and have a picnic, nap, or a chat with a friend. These sparsely clad autumn trees said, “You are welcome to hold on to me to keep from blowing away, but I may fall over, too!” I love clouds, but these clouds are dirty gray, not even promising rain, just cold. Even the sand and turquoise water in Lake Michigan has a grayish cast. I don’t recommend visiting Warren Dunes State Park in Michigan in late October.
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