Native green
Why is our planet green? Why is green the colour of life?
I marvel at fine black and white photographs. At compositions of tone, light, dark. Yet this is what a cat sees. The apparatus of your eye is to see in colour, the rich vivid colours of the natural world.
As a child I spent hours dissecting flowers. Awed by the changes in the colours and hues of the innermost structures of a daffodil and wondering why is it coloured in this way? Why does the stunning violet of an iris have at its centre vibrant incandescent yellow, its own complementary? Why is the structure always coloured in this way? Why does this display mesmerise me so?
Once you begin to look at stones, shells, birds, trees, grains, landscapes the natural world is an unending riot of colour. Sometimes soft and subtle, sometimes truly outrageous.
Young children see and respond to this richness instinctively. Yet somehow as we grow into our cultures and we are educated this ability to respond is bled from us. Somehow we end up behaving as if we have the apparatus of a cat.
Yet deep within what appetite, what fundamental desire of life is contained in green?
I marvel at fine black and white photographs. At compositions of tone, light, dark. Yet this is what a cat sees. The apparatus of your eye is to see in colour, the rich vivid colours of the natural world.
As a child I spent hours dissecting flowers. Awed by the changes in the colours and hues of the innermost structures of a daffodil and wondering why is it coloured in this way? Why does the stunning violet of an iris have at its centre vibrant incandescent yellow, its own complementary? Why is the structure always coloured in this way? Why does this display mesmerise me so?
Once you begin to look at stones, shells, birds, trees, grains, landscapes the natural world is an unending riot of colour. Sometimes soft and subtle, sometimes truly outrageous.
Young children see and respond to this richness instinctively. Yet somehow as we grow into our cultures and we are educated this ability to respond is bled from us. Somehow we end up behaving as if we have the apparatus of a cat.
Yet deep within what appetite, what fundamental desire of life is contained in green?
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Native green
Why is our planet green? Why is green the colour of life?
I marvel at fine black and white photographs. At compositions of tone, light, dark. Yet this is what a cat sees. The apparatus of your eye is to see in colour, the rich vivid colours of the natural world.
As a child I spent hours dissecting flowers. Awed by the changes in the colours and hues of the innermost structures of a daffodil and wondering why is it coloured in this way? Why does the stunning violet of an iris have at its centre vibrant incandescent yellow, its own complementary? Why is the structure always coloured in this way? Why does this display mesmerise me so?
Once you begin to look at stones, shells, birds, trees, grains, landscapes the natural world is an unending riot of colour. Sometimes soft and subtle, sometimes truly outrageous.
Young children see and respond to this richness instinctively. Yet somehow as we grow into our cultures and we are educated this ability to respond is bled from us. Somehow we end up behaving as if we have the apparatus of a cat.
Yet deep within what appetite, what fundamental desire of life is contained in green?
I marvel at fine black and white photographs. At compositions of tone, light, dark. Yet this is what a cat sees. The apparatus of your eye is to see in colour, the rich vivid colours of the natural world.
As a child I spent hours dissecting flowers. Awed by the changes in the colours and hues of the innermost structures of a daffodil and wondering why is it coloured in this way? Why does the stunning violet of an iris have at its centre vibrant incandescent yellow, its own complementary? Why is the structure always coloured in this way? Why does this display mesmerise me so?
Once you begin to look at stones, shells, birds, trees, grains, landscapes the natural world is an unending riot of colour. Sometimes soft and subtle, sometimes truly outrageous.
Young children see and respond to this richness instinctively. Yet somehow as we grow into our cultures and we are educated this ability to respond is bled from us. Somehow we end up behaving as if we have the apparatus of a cat.
Yet deep within what appetite, what fundamental desire of life is contained in green?
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Native green
Why is our planet green? Why is green the colour of life?
I marvel at fine black and white photographs. At compositions of tone, light, dark. Yet this is what a cat sees. The apparatus of your eye is to see in colour, the rich vivid colours of the natural world.
As a child I spent hours dissecting flowers. Awed by the changes in the colours and hues of the innermost structures of a daffodil and wondering why is it coloured in this way? Why does the stunning violet of an iris have at its centre vibrant incandescent yellow, its own complementary? Why is the structure always coloured in this way? Why does this display mesmerise me so?
Once you begin to look at stones, shells, birds, trees, grains, landscapes the natural world is an unending riot of colour. Sometimes soft and subtle, sometimes truly outrageous.
Young children see and respond to this richness instinctively. Yet somehow as we grow into our cultures and we are educated this ability to respond is bled from us. Somehow we end up behaving as if we have the apparatus of a cat.
Yet deep within what appetite, what fundamental desire of life is contained in green?
I marvel at fine black and white photographs. At compositions of tone, light, dark. Yet this is what a cat sees. The apparatus of your eye is to see in colour, the rich vivid colours of the natural world.
As a child I spent hours dissecting flowers. Awed by the changes in the colours and hues of the innermost structures of a daffodil and wondering why is it coloured in this way? Why does the stunning violet of an iris have at its centre vibrant incandescent yellow, its own complementary? Why is the structure always coloured in this way? Why does this display mesmerise me so?
Once you begin to look at stones, shells, birds, trees, grains, landscapes the natural world is an unending riot of colour. Sometimes soft and subtle, sometimes truly outrageous.
Young children see and respond to this richness instinctively. Yet somehow as we grow into our cultures and we are educated this ability to respond is bled from us. Somehow we end up behaving as if we have the apparatus of a cat.
Yet deep within what appetite, what fundamental desire of life is contained in green?
