I once wrote a short story that had so many different shades of blue sprinkled throughout that an editor wrote to ask, “Cynthia, do you think you can insert one more shade of blue?”
Now, she may have been kidding, but I can be slow about things like that. So I went online to a site (probably Pantone) and after careful consideration decided that the sea in my story would be cerulean. She accepted it.
Growing up in the foothills of Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains, it is hard not to love blue. Plenty of blues in New England of course but …
… I look forward to visiting the mountains of my childhood, and seeing if I can capture with my camera the beauty I remember in my dreams. You know I’ll be sure to share.