I’ve been thinking about orange this morning. How about you?
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I’ve been thinking about orange this morning. How about you?
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I think…orange is my least favorite color. Implies to me a kind of forced cheerfulness, I think. Reminds me of the boring, hypermoralistic, melodramatic after school specials from the late 1970s I watched as a kid; for some reason, I conceive of the 1970s as being overwhelmingly brown and orange, though maybe that’s just my own bizarre neurology.
I do very much like California poppies, though.
Anyway, I thought you might want to look at Nat Geo’s gallery of orange by way of complement.
http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography/photos/life-color-orange/
How funny that we see orange so differently. To me it is warmth and strength and love.
Oh yeah. Afterschool specials, forced cheerfulness, and John Boehner.