Tuesday, November 03, 2009
I remember reading once that the pale marble statues of ancient Greece were not originally white. Some theorize that they were actually painted all matter of gaudy, loud colors, and it wasn't just the statues, the temples were colorful too. What head trip it is to imagine the alabaster scenery of ancient Greece in rainbow. I always think about this in summer. I look around at the monotone of green on the trees and I feel I know a secret. For me the green isn't real. The brazen, kaleidoscopic tapestry of autumn at its peak is the true nature of Mother Nature in my book.