I took an oil painting class several years ago and the one thing that stuck in my mind was color. Not paint color, although what is available today is mind boggling, but the colors of nature and how much one color can vary. Have you ever noticed that the hills ten miles away are not the same color as the hills fifteen miles away? They may have the same grass and trees but the humidity in the air can vary the intensity of the color. It is as if a light wash of diluted white paint was brushed over them. Because of humidity and other factors, five more miles can really make a difference.
Mountains have a color scheme of their own. On a nice day, they can be a grey-blue or even a muted purple. At dawn, just before sunrise, mountainous peaks are often tinted orange or pink. This happens at dusk as well, depending on where they are in relation to the sun. Even at night the colors can be spectacular. While driving on Interstate Highway 5, I have seen Mt. Shasta’s snow covered slopes glow an ominous bright ice-blue in the moon light.
One of the most beautiful spectacles occurs during a wild land fire when the sun appears as an orange-red ball in the smoky sky. It’s a reminder that there’s always beauty in the ugliest of things.
I could go on and on about the unending beauty of the color that God has painted the earth with. Just look around and see how many hues you can spot on a single flower petal, a blade of grass, or the bark of a tree and prepare to be inspired!