Essay: Gazing through the Window: Blue and WhiteFirst posted in December, 2003
Gazing out the window of my office, there's the white of the snow in the parking lot, tinged blue in the low light of a cloudy winter dawn. Across the road, beyond the snow drifts, I can see the dull indigo of the roof on the seafood processing plant. Beyond, I observe the expanse of slate grey water in the bay; at its far edge, a thin white line of surf pounds on the distant shore. The beach is lined with a spruce forest colored midnight blue, and above the uneven tree line, the sky ascends in a gradient of dark to pale steel. A near-full moon betrays its presence behind rapidly shifting clouds. I am fortunate.