I looked for the definition of saturation in art first and got this from answers.com: (optics)
The degree to which a color is mixed with white; high saturation means little white, low saturation means much white. Also known as chroma; saturation.
In my 8-color Crayola world, orange can best be shown as saturated through a collection of koi. Walked along Greenbelt Park today and took pictures of these saturated orange beauties in their Sunday choreography … showing off to the crowd.
A second try is the fiery red and bright aluminum in the Chihuahua Bar, where we had lunch. The loudness of red is toned down by pictures of various sizes:
Last but not the least, it’s my daughter’s aqua prison cell of a room:
Everything is in aqua and white (yup, no mixing of aqua and white to get a lighter shade) … even the word “peaceful” on the stainless steel disc / plate, reflects the room’s color.
Call this her “Ode to Everyday Stuff” — the Cleaning Lady got stuck at home as it is (again!) raining cats and dogs over the weekend. Had to make do with common things for her response to this week’s Photo Challenge on Lines, Patterns & Beauty.
Bed linen, towels, curtains and even the lowly floor mat were just waiting to be discovered for their simple lines, color, detail and texture.
While taking these pictures, there is also this quiet sense of peace and gratitude that one is surrounded with the most common yet beloved of things. Bought with her hard-earned money or given by friends, her “stuff” earned her respect.
Details, like embroidery, make everyday things more “dramatic”.
Our walls have it, too —- lines, patterns & beauty. My firstborn’s uke joined today’s post and is striking a pose.
Salamat, stuff, for being here for my family and me. Happy weekend, everyone!
Morning, hot and golden, had broken over the horizon about an hour earlier. Mina had risen, showered and dressed and headed out into the warren of alleys and passages of the bazaar. These spaces in between were, like the negative space in a painting, born of the room left empty between stalls.
It was shady and dark in there, though already hot, as she moved anonymously along among the men and women and children, crushing and heaving and smelling of stale spices and sand and sweat in their multicoloured throng.
She passed piles of rugs, scarves, pottery and pots, gold and silver and gemstones and mirrors. She twisted and turned, moving through tables that held bowls upon bowls of ground powders in reds and browns and golds and blacks, their sweet and sour and spicy aromas mingling and lifting into the sky to temporarily block out the stench of humanity.
Nothing beats being served with gratitude. We were given a generous serving of cake at Italianni’s, BGC (our regular go-to place for Italian fare). The cake was served in a big plate, with the word “Grazie” (in chocolate syrup, yes!) on it. Added calories —- yeah — but a nice touch.
I am employed in the customer service business so the gesture was much appreciated.
Shared with friends, it was a delightful way to end a meal. Burp!
I was surprised to see an anniversary greeting from WP, saying that it has been two years since we started this blog. On the other hand, I’ve noticed that you have been away for so long now. No word from you, literally.
To celebrate the occasion, I decided to post a picture of the sunrise at Batangas, where I went a couple of weeks back. I have not written for a number of days using the Daily Prompt (must be the topics … nah, I’ve been busy, really) so I just join the Weekly Photo Challenge, which I am enjoying tremendously. Sunrises signify tomorrows … more years with WordPress!
You”ve been warned … told you I like the challenge. This is my second.
Was INSIDE the car, stuck in heavy traffic flow … and there I was attacked by a giant snowflake!
Enjoyed the view and took a lot of pics.
Hope I got your favorite color. And some special effects by the rain …..