Autumn has a many hued wardrobe—one I’d be happy to wear. A cloak of cadmium, to face the chilly night.
The afternoon sun washes broad strokes of yellow on leaf and petal. But it’s not just any yellow. I think it is Naples Yellow Deep. A single leaf changes color a dozen times as the clock ticks slowly toward sunset.
If only I could mix that blue. Enough said.
My favorite Magenta is worn on the blooms of Geranium Anna Folkard. The black centers and delicate veins set off the deep color and suggest velvet, silk, sateen.
The twigs and vines of bird nests are now abandoned among the last sizzle of crimson, ochre, phthalo green and chartreuse.
The colors hang suspended against that un-mixable blue. Then shift and release and gently fall to the ground.