Over the course of my life, I have lived in four different states. I am only old enough to remember three of them, but one thing that has stood out to me in each state is the color that each season brings. It is interesting, as I have looked back over old pictures, that each season looked very different in each state. While the general 'feel' of each season remains consistent, I have enjoyed being able to experience different aspects of each season through color.
I was born in California, but I moved to Scottsdale, Arizona when I was one year old. Arizona, being a desert, is very dry, and therefore a lot of the plants appeared to be dead for most of the year, and the general 'color' of nature there was brown. I remember feeling as if we only had two seasons: Winter and Summer, and the only difference was that Winter was a bit colder. When I was ten years old, I moved to Seattle Washington. This is where I learned how green a tree could be. In our yard, we had three cherry blossom trees that would bloom bright pink in the spring. In the fall, the leaves of those trees, as well as all the others in our neighborhood, would turn red and orange and yellow. However, these beautifully colored leaves would only stay on the trees for about three days before the rains came and they all fell off. As winter approached, everything became bare and white (with snow and ice), but as spring and summer reappeared, color reentered the landscape, and green leaves and vibrant flowers painted the scenery. I moved again when I was sixteen years old, to Highlands Ranch, Colorado, and I have never experienced such wonderful natural colors as I have here. I can recall some of our firsts nights living her, looking up at the sky in complete awe at how colorful the sky was. Now, as fall is here, every time I drive down the street, I am wonder struck by how amazing the fall leaves are. I love all the reds and the ranges and the yellows and the hints of green that are still left on some of the trees. I love to watch the sun rise in the morning, as it brings pinks and purples to the sky, and I love to watch the sun set in the evening as it brings blues and reds and golds. I have never been a 'nature' person, but experiencing the natural colors that occur hear in Colorado has made me realize how beautiful nature is.
Color appears every where around us. We buy clothes based off of what colors look best on us. We decorate our houses with certain color schemes, and hang up art work that complements those colors. We dye our hair and we put on makeup so that we can add color to our appearance. However, I have come to discover that no color, or compilation of colors, can compare in the slightest to those that our brought about by the ever changing seasons of nature
I was born in California, but I moved to Scottsdale, Arizona when I was one year old. Arizona, being a desert, is very dry, and therefore a lot of the plants appeared to be dead for most of the year, and the general 'color' of nature there was brown. I remember feeling as if we only had two seasons: Winter and Summer, and the only difference was that Winter was a bit colder. When I was ten years old, I moved to Seattle Washington. This is where I learned how green a tree could be. In our yard, we had three cherry blossom trees that would bloom bright pink in the spring. In the fall, the leaves of those trees, as well as all the others in our neighborhood, would turn red and orange and yellow. However, these beautifully colored leaves would only stay on the trees for about three days before the rains came and they all fell off. As winter approached, everything became bare and white (with snow and ice), but as spring and summer reappeared, color reentered the landscape, and green leaves and vibrant flowers painted the scenery. I moved again when I was sixteen years old, to Highlands Ranch, Colorado, and I have never experienced such wonderful natural colors as I have here. I can recall some of our firsts nights living her, looking up at the sky in complete awe at how colorful the sky was. Now, as fall is here, every time I drive down the street, I am wonder struck by how amazing the fall leaves are. I love all the reds and the ranges and the yellows and the hints of green that are still left on some of the trees. I love to watch the sun rise in the morning, as it brings pinks and purples to the sky, and I love to watch the sun set in the evening as it brings blues and reds and golds. I have never been a 'nature' person, but experiencing the natural colors that occur hear in Colorado has made me realize how beautiful nature is.
Color appears every where around us. We buy clothes based off of what colors look best on us. We decorate our houses with certain color schemes, and hang up art work that complements those colors. We dye our hair and we put on makeup so that we can add color to our appearance. However, I have come to discover that no color, or compilation of colors, can compare in the slightest to those that our brought about by the ever changing seasons of nature
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