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Rambles in the Rainbow Garden (Part 1: Indigo)
Bottoming Out in Indigo (c) July 2014
On Sunday morning it was hot and very humid (though not, I concede, nearly as much so as in Bangladesh, where someone I love is now doing cholera research).
As usual, I was armed with a camera.
“This one’s for my rainbow gallery. I’m short on orange,” I announced, bringing the breakfast-seeking process to a screeching halt so I could squint in the sun and click away at day lilies. “I have everything else.”
“You know there’s not really an indigo.”
As it turned out, however, when I mined my recent photographs for indigo, it was a surprisingly elusive hue.
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5 thoughts on “Rambles in the Rainbow Garden (Part 1: Indigo)”
Well the night sky is indigo blue as far as I’m concerned…and so is the ink I used to fill my fountain pen with..and so is the deep ocean just as the lingering light is dissolved into the salty waves 🙂
The wild indigo plant grows on the prairies of the Midwest, as well as baptisia alba (the white indigo), and I suppose pioneers used them to make dyes.
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Well the night sky is indigo blue as far as I’m concerned…and so is the ink I used to fill my fountain pen with..and so is the deep ocean just as the lingering light is dissolved into the salty waves 🙂
Indeed.
And I love your photos.
The wild indigo plant grows on the prairies of the Midwest, as well as baptisia alba (the white indigo), and I suppose pioneers used them to make dyes.
Indigo – I always thought it’s just a shade of blue but cannot really tell which it will be if it is in a group of blues.
Love this blog and the photos — total delight and we love this clan — they enjoy the whole world and each other — and three dogs. AM