Hues

I know I have written about the many hues of greens in the past…but it still gets me anyway. Today as a I took off on the climb up to a 30,000ft once again those hues were something I witnessed, admired and awed at. The cloud cast shadows on the earth below and the greens come alive – the hues that is.

Do we even realize just how lucky we are to see them? The other day I was talking to a colleague who is partially colour blind and it was then that I got thinking of how much we really have to be thankful about. It is not just sight, but the nuances of it.

So as I climbed, I saw and witnessed the patchwork that was down below…it was like this beautiful green blanket cast upon the earth…never boring, never lacking in imagination and thought.  A giant hand had woven it together – this patchwork of beauty…she looked soft but you knew better. Looks like the rain gods have been kind to us this year for the earth is alive with the many hues that a beautiful spring promises.

And then the wispy, dazzling white, cotton-candy clouds, their layer you fly through and then another world takes over. Sometimes blinded by the light that they reflect back, they look soft and inviting – nature and her shenanigans, for imagine you do take her up on her invitation…I will leave the rest to your imagination…

They hang in mid-air light, fluffy and frothy…I do know the science behind it…but the child within me and the vision in front of me does not allow the logic of the science to take hold. They hang there looking innocuous but isn’t it true that they determine the riches or poverty's of great nations? They bring with them the promise of rain or the knell of doom. For the blanket and the hues down below would never have been possible without their conspiracy. So it is their hues, that then determine perhaps the destinies of mere mortals that exist on the land down below…is it not?

(All pics original and captured on a Samsung J7. Yup as basic as that!)