I am pale – I love pale – pale becomes me.
I am back from work – and to honor me getting my posts back on – I will focus on my love of pale today. . . I love me some pale pallets.
To kick of todays pale flow of inspiration I want to share an outtake from the poem Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov (he wrote Lolita – digression is key).
Retake the falling snow: each drifting flake
Shapeless and slow, unsteady and opaque,
A dull dark white against the day’s pale white
And abstract larches in the neutral light.
And then the gradual and dual blue
As night unites the viewer and the view,
And in the morning, diamonds of frost
For those of you who want to give it a read you can read it here.
Here is my perfectly pale haven:
all images via
Now go be pale!