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leaves and rain
Nov. 5th, 2009 03:08 pmOne thing about Seattle: you either love the grey weather or you don't, and I think that correlates well with whether you will love the climate or hate it. Because it rains a lot, as everyone knows, but even beyond that it's grey a lot -- days, weeks, months will pass where the rain comes and goes but the sky is always overcast, where there is always the promise of rain even if days go by without any actual rainfall.
Some people can't abide that; some people need sun. I am, absolutely, not going to judge that. I love sun and clear skies as much as I do grey (I was perfectly at home in Southern California for the seven years I lived there, and indeed anyone who tells me that Los Angeles doesn't have "real" weather or "real" seasons will get a fierce argument out of me), but I can't abide the cold, and cannot be happy in a place that has long frozen winters. I have tried; it does not suit me; it leaves me miserably depressed. So I know that happiness can have a great deal to do with whether a climate is good for you or not.
But I like the grey. I love the grey. I like how many different kinds of grey there are. Right now, outside the window, the sky is a high clear silver color, almost white, and shining. You can see bare black branches against it in the distance, and closer-to the yellow fading to brown of the chestnut tree, and even closer, the green and red of the holly tree. The sky is high and silver and no rain falls, and it gives an intense but quiet light almost like moonlight but much more potent, and it's beautiful.
Earlier the sky was low and darker grey, like cat's fur, and it was raining, fat steady drops. And yesterday there was fog, so that you couldn't tell near from far or air from sky, and the world was full of mist, not quite rain, not quite dry, so that you never felt a drop on you but you still came home wet if you walked in it. And a few days ago, thunderstorm, with the sky low and close and iron-colored, striated with dark and light, roiling, and the rain slashing downward in hard irregular torrents.
And that's only a few. Last year I did a few earrings based on Seattle weather -- one was called "A Net for Leaves and Rain," another, "Rain Drums" -- and I think it's time for more; I could do a whole series on that theme, and another series on Los Angeles weather.
Also perhaps time for a long walk, with a camera.
EDIT: Since a couple people have asked -- pictures of the earrings! A Net for Leaves and Rain, and Rain Drums.
Some people can't abide that; some people need sun. I am, absolutely, not going to judge that. I love sun and clear skies as much as I do grey (I was perfectly at home in Southern California for the seven years I lived there, and indeed anyone who tells me that Los Angeles doesn't have "real" weather or "real" seasons will get a fierce argument out of me), but I can't abide the cold, and cannot be happy in a place that has long frozen winters. I have tried; it does not suit me; it leaves me miserably depressed. So I know that happiness can have a great deal to do with whether a climate is good for you or not.
But I like the grey. I love the grey. I like how many different kinds of grey there are. Right now, outside the window, the sky is a high clear silver color, almost white, and shining. You can see bare black branches against it in the distance, and closer-to the yellow fading to brown of the chestnut tree, and even closer, the green and red of the holly tree. The sky is high and silver and no rain falls, and it gives an intense but quiet light almost like moonlight but much more potent, and it's beautiful.
Earlier the sky was low and darker grey, like cat's fur, and it was raining, fat steady drops. And yesterday there was fog, so that you couldn't tell near from far or air from sky, and the world was full of mist, not quite rain, not quite dry, so that you never felt a drop on you but you still came home wet if you walked in it. And a few days ago, thunderstorm, with the sky low and close and iron-colored, striated with dark and light, roiling, and the rain slashing downward in hard irregular torrents.
And that's only a few. Last year I did a few earrings based on Seattle weather -- one was called "A Net for Leaves and Rain," another, "Rain Drums" -- and I think it's time for more; I could do a whole series on that theme, and another series on Los Angeles weather.
Also perhaps time for a long walk, with a camera.
EDIT: Since a couple people have asked -- pictures of the earrings! A Net for Leaves and Rain, and Rain Drums.
