Sight
Sight – When we look at the surrounding landscape – we are seeing the wavelength of the light that is reflected. The green of the tree, the grey of the mountain, the white of the cascading waterfall. Or the multitude of color following the contours of the land, with patterns that emerge as when we are flying over glaciers that carved the land.
The colors constantly changing. No color seemed to stay the same, with the light varying the intensity, shifting the hues in the landscape. The subtle nuance of the different compositions of the flora, the varying atmospheric conditions – a perpetual gradient of all the shades in natures palette.
Sometimes the atmosphere darkened to the point where the landscape lost it vibrancy and took on a monotonic black and white nature. Often wrapped with mist and clouds. Sometimes vibrancy and saturation burst upon us when crepuscular rays penetrated the clouds to illuminate a particular grove of Sitka Spruce. Or sunlight snuck through to light up marsh grass to a golden band along the tidal shore. Or the cumulus clouds beamed back to us the long photonic light of sunsets.
Inside the forest. It dripped with the deepest verdant palette of plants, moss, and mushrooms. Some making a statement, for who we do not know, why purple, why orange, why white or the color of rot? The Great Bear Rainforest is lush – whether in the sunlight or deep within, hidden to the sky, everything seems to be growing. It is after all a rainforest, rich in organic matter and the ever-present life-giving water falls as rain (6,650 mm or 262 inches) that keeps it green.
It could be called the Great Green Bear Rainforest. Green everywhere. On the beach, the hillsides, in the water in the hills. It was the variety of greens, shades of green, bright, dull, all spectacular. We were rewarded with a plethora of greens, a color the human eye sees better than any other color. There is not more green in a light wave to be reflected, just more living things that reflect green. As we were transported around, as we entered the forests, it was the color of life.
Read MoreThe colors constantly changing. No color seemed to stay the same, with the light varying the intensity, shifting the hues in the landscape. The subtle nuance of the different compositions of the flora, the varying atmospheric conditions – a perpetual gradient of all the shades in natures palette.
Sometimes the atmosphere darkened to the point where the landscape lost it vibrancy and took on a monotonic black and white nature. Often wrapped with mist and clouds. Sometimes vibrancy and saturation burst upon us when crepuscular rays penetrated the clouds to illuminate a particular grove of Sitka Spruce. Or sunlight snuck through to light up marsh grass to a golden band along the tidal shore. Or the cumulus clouds beamed back to us the long photonic light of sunsets.
Inside the forest. It dripped with the deepest verdant palette of plants, moss, and mushrooms. Some making a statement, for who we do not know, why purple, why orange, why white or the color of rot? The Great Bear Rainforest is lush – whether in the sunlight or deep within, hidden to the sky, everything seems to be growing. It is after all a rainforest, rich in organic matter and the ever-present life-giving water falls as rain (6,650 mm or 262 inches) that keeps it green.
It could be called the Great Green Bear Rainforest. Green everywhere. On the beach, the hillsides, in the water in the hills. It was the variety of greens, shades of green, bright, dull, all spectacular. We were rewarded with a plethora of greens, a color the human eye sees better than any other color. There is not more green in a light wave to be reflected, just more living things that reflect green. As we were transported around, as we entered the forests, it was the color of life.
