We have 3 blue ceilings.
Last night I saw this one.
Ours look wimpy in comparison.
| 767 "Graceful Sea"||Porch Ceiling|
|834 "Bright and Early"|
|675 "Thunderbird"||Bedroom Ceiling|
Coloring it up brought it down.
In context. It feels good out there now.
(The house is white, my cameral kind of greened it out in this light.)
We get a peak every morning as we climb the stairs. I love this view every time. When the ceiling was white, I never noticed. The blue looks pretty good doesn't it.
But now I'm thinking bluer.
This is Atlanta's St. Bartholomew's Episcopal Church (by James (Rusty) Barber) where I attended "Lumen de lumine," by the Atlanta Schola Cantorum last night. It was an hour of emotional bliss. They sang renaissance polyphony beneath this blue ceiling. every song brought tears to my eyes.
Thanks to Metamorphosis Monday at Between Naps on the Porch.