Overlooked, and often grumbled about, by me. You don't have to look far within this blog to find me complaining about dumb old boring grey.
It gets a bad rap most of the time. It's the muddy shade you end up with when mixing all your old leftover paint together; the color of naval ships, scratchy old wool, parking lots, badly-done laundry, the ashes left after the embers have cooled. It's the color of winter in the Pacific Northwest: the dull absence of bright, cheerful color purportedly responsible for our high rates of depression, madness, suicide.
I've gone on here many times before about my love for our Northwest beaches in the wintertime. It's just part of me, inside me. I feel whole again when I hear the surf roar and that icy wind whips across my face, the wet sand and seafoam blows across my boots.
Dull, grey winter. Flamboyant gorgeousness incognito.