Searching for ROY G BIV: Brown

We have come to the end of the rainbow. (Hmmmm.... where's that pot of gold?) Luckily, our blog hop hostesses, Julie B Booth and Jennifer Coyne Qudeen, have not let that end our search; this month's color is brown.

The Big South Fork of the Cumberland River was the color of cafe-au-lait after torrential rains...

... as was the Cumberland River right below the Falls.

I love the character of this old building in Richmond, Virginia.

 Our cabin out on the Kinniconick Creek as we put on the cedar clapboard....

Beautiful hand-made chairs at the Kentucky Guild of Artists and Craftsmen Gallery in Berea, Kentucky.

Gorgeous inlaid/carved wood piece at the National Gallery in Washington, D.C.  Unfortunately, I didn't take note of the artist's name.


I hope you enjoyed my browns. To see what other bloggers have in store, go to Jennifer Coyne Qudeen's or Julie B Booth's blogs for a list of links!

November Brown

Brown seems a fitting color for November.  Even the Kinneyconick Creek looks brown at this time of year, due to low water levels and sediment, though the water is actually very clear.

I build a cairn of brown stones to honor the spirits of this place...

 

and an altar on which to leave an offering.

So many shades of brown to be seen at this time of year... grey-brown logs, red-brown cedar clapboard, myriad shades of brown leaves covering the ground...

Brown leaves look like beautiful calligraphy written across a striking blue sky...

Yellow- and red-brown leaves in the creek...

The warm brown of newly-sanded logs...

... and the fall foliage of a single redwood tree...




To enjoy more gorgeous brown, go to Jennifer Coyne Qudeen's or Julie Booth's wonderful blogs; they will hook you up with all the links!  Hope you enjoy!  Happy Fall, everyone!

Study in Brown and Gray

 If winter in Kentucky were a painting,

 

we'd title it "Study in Brown and Gray"

 

 

 

(or gray and brown, if you prefer).

 

 

Etched with a graphite web of lines,

shaded in soft tones of charcoal and raw umber,

cinnamon and sienna,

we'd know not to dream of colors;

Spring is still too far away.