Monday, August 6, 2012

Grey

I hear grey and feel uninspired, yet grey can be exquisite. 
A rainbow dramatically cast against a dark grey sky. 
Grey bark, smooth and peeling, rough and brittle.
Grey timber cut, grown old and silver. 
Grey, a colour of the Australian bush, Eucalyptus covered mountains emitting a blue grey haze, grey worn rocks carrying the story of time, grey smoke willowing from our flammable plants. Grey in the animal kingdom, grey fur, feather and skin. Grey reptiles, grey whales, dolphins and pygmy possums. Grey female birds drab beside their colourful partners. Grey Brolgas, Gosshawks, Gang Gang cockatoos, Galahs, Tawny Frogmouths,  Grey Currawong, Grey Butcher Bird and the Grey Shrike Thrush, carrying the prettiest of songs. Grey seeds starting life anew. 

Grey is the toughest of plants - silver to reflect back a harsh sun. Adapted to salt and sea, desert, snow and ice. 


Grey in the city, a grey skyline covered in grey smog, and in the country, grey corrugated iron and old grey sheds.
Without grey skies, how could we ever appreciate the glory of blue?
Grey memories and the hairs of wisdom.

Magnificent greys around the Cape Arid and Esperance areas, South West Australia.

My girls rocking grey at home and in the city. Grey on my favourite nanna blanket.



Before Gotye - body painting - Visage - Fade to Grey

New Order - Temptation

A very clever grey parrot

Some other thoughts on an entirely different grey:

linking up with Sister Sun, Grey.

12 comments:

  1. Hairs of wisdom - I like this! I'll remember it next time I'm tempted to pluck them out..

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    1. I think mine are actually the hairs of vagueness.

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  2. Yes, I love that too - we contemplate lots when there is a grey sky... xx

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  3. Wow! great text and amazing photos. Loved your videos as well :-)

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    1. Thanks Maria, love a little you tube now and then. How clever was that parrot!

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  4. Ahh. Grey. The color of my every day in Jakarta. But it does make you appreciate any lifting of that gloom. And of course there is the ma's silvery locks!

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    1. Silver fox mum! nothing grey at all about it.

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  5. really enjoyed your selection, especially the one of the woman mid jump.

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    1. My daughter looked wide eyed when i said someone described her as a woman! : )

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  6. I do love grey and I especially like all of the grey that you have seen. I didn't realise just how much grey there is in nature. x

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    1. those grey birds are prolific, could have listed many more.

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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young