Looking at the landscape here in Nebraska, this time of year, is well, how shall I say this, uh... Uninspiring. I step out of my house and can see about a quarter mile of dirt, partially covered with snow. The land comes to an abrupt stop at the timber. The timber reaches to the sky. The timber is a wonderful shade of, uh, brown. The sky is grey or gray or it can be best described this morning as a washed out pink on the edges and then turns to shades of grey or gray. The grain bins are a faded shade of galvanized or grey or gray.
The song Beautiful Nebraska, wasn't written near the Missouri River in January.
I'm even wondering why I bought a new camera that takes 'color' pictures.
Maybe I should get one of those bright lights to sit under.
Don't worry about me. I do have brilliant colors in my life. My desk is dark brown, my printer is grey or gray, and my shades in this room are light brown. I have a brown floor and brown woodwork.
How much are tickets to the coast?