People observe the colors of a day
only at its beginnings and its ends,
but to me it’s quite clear that a day
merges through a multitude of shades and intonations,
with each passing moment.
A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors.
Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues.
In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them. ”
“Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing?
Can one really explain this? No.
Just as one can never learn how to paint.”
“White is not a mere absence of color;
it is a shining and affirmative thing,
as fierce as red, as definite as black.
God paints in many colors;
but He never paints so gorgeously,
I had almost said so gaudily,
as when He paints in white. ”
“The world is exploding in emerald, sage,
and lusty chartreuse – neon green
with so much yellow in it.
It is an explosive green that,
if one could watch it moment by moment
throughout the day,
would grow in every dimension.”
“Love was a feeling completely bound up with color,
like thousands of rainbows
superimposed one on top of the other.”
Photos by Woodland Gnome 2016
Above: Caladium ‘Cherry Tart’
Below: Caladium ‘Sweet Carolina’
Friends and I are trialing both of these new introductions
for Classic Caladiums of Avon Park, Florida
“Music gives color to the air of the moment.”