"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Sunday, June 16, 2024
Bluuuue Sky
It's not cerulean or azure or aquamarine. To describe the sky I saw on yesterday's walk, we need a new word. I propose bluuuue. Not blue, or even bluuue. This is bluuuue (four 'u's) at its purest and most intense. The hue of a cloudless sky.
I have a reason for describing this on Father's Day. Dad was the king of blue skies. He didn't seem to notice the clouds, or if he did, he chose to ignore them.
So in honor of him, and fathers everywhere, the bluest bluuuue sky photo I can find.