Searching for Roy G Biv: Gray

In our search for Roy G Biv, we have now come the color gray. Our hostesses, Jennifer Coyne Qudeen and Julie B Booth, had to add on some colors that aren't in the rainbow, in order to round out the year.

A statue at Spring Grove cemetery in Cincinnati displays soft, mottled grays...

Huge gray rocks at Eagle Falls in the Great Smokey Mountains...

A little footbridge at Springrove...

A towering gray rock wall beside the Cumberland River in Kentucky...

An old, abandoned building (corn crib?) on what remains of a farm in rural Kentucky...

A widow on a lovely memorial chapel at Springrove...

A view of the side of that same chapel...

Shelf fungus on a log in Lewis County, Kentucky...

A fallen silvery gray leaf...



I hope you enjoyed my grays! To see what grays other participants have on display, please visit Julie B Booth or Jennifer Coyne Qudeen.

December Searching for RoyGBiv: Blogger's Choice

We've gone through all the colors of the rainbow and then some, and are now at the last month of the Searching For Roy G Biv blog hop, hosted by Jennifer Coyne Qudeeen and Julie Booth.  For this last post, I've chosen to focus on Gray. A blend of black and white, it seems to be a color that many things turn as they weather and age. Here are a few of the beautiful gray things I've noticed:

I hope you've enjoyed my grays. To see what other bloggers have chosen as their last color, go to Jennifer Coyne Quseen's or Julie Booth's blogs to check out the links!

The Time of Gray

It's the time when all you see is gray...

It weighs down the sky...

wrapping hills and trees in delicate layers of gray tissue.

And then it begins....

Symphony of the Rain

ingredients: vintage type paper, vintage piano book page, magazine cut-outs, various decorative papers

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.