photo by Jay Beets
"The sun was sinking, a red ball which threw a copper glow over the pine - covered ridge of mountains, and edged that inky, ominous cloud with molten silver."
~ Willa Cather ~
Death Comes For the Archbishop, 119
photo by Jay Beets
“The sea is not always blue. . . . In the evening a much more dazzling color may emerge. A wave that feels the bottom, crests and topples will release a phosphorescent surf of pale green or red hue. This glowing, advancing surf can be stunning, like lambent lightning across the sky or a rainbow on the horizon.”
~ Wesley Marx ~
Hue, Value, Intensity
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