Bali: Green

The last blog entry was all about colors. Many flashy vibrant colors! I am now going to go more or less monochromatic on you all. The color is 'green' and a little bit of stuff that used to be green. "Green" has become a catchword among people and has gained much political and economic mileage. Green first fascinated me with it's magical appearance when mixing yellow and blue paint. As a young boy reading the most exciting book of the Bible I saw the phrase, "our bed is verdant" and after a quick visit to the dictionary discovered that "verdant" meant "green". Then of course there are all the green veggies and even eggs and possibly the ham. Of course as a son of the United States I had to know what the "Green Stuff" was if not how to spend it. Then as I grew older and the times changed and people realized that the earth could one day not be as green as it now is, it became a personal passion for many and eventually a political issue. Now the word packs a political punch and it permeates advertising and defines a "new" lifestyle. All that being said, while we were in Bali the "greens" were amazing. The "greens" of Bali are definitely worth saving. While the colors of the flowers were sanguine and in our face, the greens held back content to be in the background or rather to "be" the background, adding texture and stability to the canvas.






Palm tree trunk





Palm tree trunk gradient . . . okay, I've given you some yellow.





Pointy, prickly, poky against the fluffy fleeting.





Oh, yeah, this is what I'm talkin' 'bout. The greens of dreams!





These little green alien beggars blew me away with their persistent hilarity.





Aha, transparency . . . look at how brilliant these undersides are backlit by the sun. Look at the difference in color between leaves from the same bush. Look at the top of the leaf versus the bottom of the leaf on the right. Could you give me a box of forty-eight different colors of green crayons please?





Merry Christmas! Move over holly and poinsettias, we have a contender. I could hardly believe my eyes. Someone had to have painted them . . . oh yeah . . . someone did.





I love these green vines busy living in spite of the history of past vines behind them telling a disheartening tale.





Bordering on yellow again.





Considering the lily . . . pad. Visually the edge is what makes it what it is, kind of like a pancake (I like it buttery and crispy). Unlike a pancake this lily pad reveals a hint of the life within it with all of the veins spiderwebbing out from it's belly button (its an inny).





Okay, it used to be green and there is still a hint on the left. Speaking of veins, the sun has highlighted them quite nicely on this leaf. I would almost call this an exoskeletal leaf. I just remembered an image I should have posted with these. It is a leaf that almost all that is left of it is veins, the rest having been consumed by hungry salt water. Sorry to leave you hanging, but it will come.





Monochromatic fireworks in slow motion.