I got a new camera for Christmas. It was a gift from my hubby.
Now, I have to tell a little story. Our friend Greg suggested my hubby be called Captain Vegas in my blog. I like that name, since my hubby currently lives in Las Vegas. But since he’s actually a lieutenant colonel in the Air Force, he’s going to be called Col. Vegas.
So anyway, I took my gift from Col. Vegas out on my walk today.
Walks are supposed to calm and center people, but it took me a long time to calm down. I was excited by my recent sales at my store and my head was full of sewing ideas. The Crazy Canyon Trail system seemed like a fitting location.
I have been holing up in the house sewing and winding down from Christmas. My fingernails are stained with fabric dye (see it?):
and I’ve been wearing the same three outfits for two weeks.
It felt good to be outside and breathing cold, fresh air. But I wanted to get back to my wool and colors and thread. Usually the winter landscape doesn’t start bothering me until about February or March, but today it looked colorless already.
So I set myself the task of finding colors. Here’s what I found.
A sort-of color on a ponderosa pine tree. I love ponderosas, which smell of vanilla on a hot summer day. Okay, that’s one color. What would you call it? Burnt sienna?
And of course there’s pine-tree green, like you see in the background above. Somehow, though, the preponderance of white and gray in the Montana winter makes my mind blank out the green. From town, the wooded mountainsides just look black. It’s only up close that you see the needles really are green.
I found a few others. Pale yellow…
Citron green…now that’s a real color!
Teensy little shriveled up rose hip…red!
And yet another cold-looking green…
Finally, a little bit of blue.
My Montana grandmother used to say that if there was enough blue in the sky to make a Dutch boy’s pants, the weather would turn clear.
What do you think? What size is a Dutch boy?