Blue / by Turner Fitch

Gaviota Wind Caves, Santa Barbara County, California

Gaviota Wind Caves, Santa Barbara County, California

"For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go. For the blue is not in the place those miles away at the horizon, but in the atmospheric distance between you and the mountains. "Longing," says the poet Robert Hass, "because desire is full of endless distances." Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world."  -Rebecca Solnit The Blue of Distance

The meteor crater parking lot, Arizona

The meteor crater parking lot, Arizona

Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona

Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona

It wasn’t something I had given much consideration to, the color blue. But upon reflection, it does dominate a significant portion of our human lives, and as such, deserves introspection. Having the Pacific for my backyard brings me face-to-face, on a daily basis, with a  mass of salt water constantly changing from cold steely blue-gray to a bright turquoise with the tides, plants, animals, and weather. This expanse can rear up at any moment with ferocity, keeping California on the edge of its topographic seat, and on the flip side, continues to bring in tourist dollars with it's alluring beaches and reputation of new beginnings. The sea reflecting the sky and back up again, molecules moving and changing, and the wall of blue, which I distractedly move past in commute each day, teeming with unimaginable life.   

Ventura, California

Ventura, California

So take a moment today, and consider the color blue and all that it holds the power to be. Blue is every handful of blueberries you've shoved into your mouth, when you thought you couldn't possibly eat one more.  It is distant mountain ranges you gaze upon, but never explore, and the soft nostalgic color of every wall in my parents' split foyer home. It is the infinite possibilities of a moonlit sky. It is taste, touch, emotion, memory, and more. Or as Regina Spektor put it Blue, the most human color/Blue lips, blue veins/Blue, the color of our planet/From far, far away. 

Big Springs Creek, Pahsimeroi Valley, Idaho

Big Springs Creek, Pahsimeroi Valley, Idaho

My  father taking a nap. Westminster, Maryland.

My  father taking a nap. Westminster, Maryland.

Westminster, Maryland 

Westminster, Maryland 

Wisdom, Montana

Wisdom, Montana