D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

According to an article on color to which the ljshootout community linked, people don't notice what color the sky actually is. That's bizarre. The intense blue here repeatedly surprises me: it's more of a Chartres blue than a sky blue. In Kansas, the summer sky tended to be a preternaturally clear blue, like water. In England, cloudless blue skies are rare, and they are robin's egg blue, or baby blue, so to me that is "sky" blue. But I rarely see such a pale color any more, except at dawn. And then there's the shading effect, with the lower sky being whiter, presumably from haze, so that the high sky looks like pooled glaze. And the reverberations from adjacent colors. And the multifarious colors of clouds, including the faint high diaphanous ones that you can hardly see . . .

D.O.P.-T.

It really rained this morning. It was light rain as I walked home from the bus. Enough to make me glad of the trees, and to make lacy patterns on the sidewalk. But some twit was still running a high sprinkler on his lawn. Then when we left to walk the dog it was getting heavier--and turned into a glasses-wetting, battering shower. The dog wimped out and we had a short walk. It stayed grey and chilly for at least an hour. Now the clouds have swept back and down and are rolled up in the corners of the sky like eiderdowns, and the geraniums outside my window are nodding in the breeze, their red heads already dry.