All The Colors Of The Wind

The air.  A thing too intangible for color you think? … The truth is all air is colored.
—John C. Van Dyke, The Desert

Anyone who thinks that air is invisible is impaired by a sort of color blindness.  Indeed, the air is so alive with color that it could be likened to a rainbow that encircles the entire earth with pink, red, violet, gray, blue, and yellow.  Ask a naturalist or a painter, and you’ll hear descriptions of an airy spectrum that escapes the unobservant viewer.  Carried by swirling dust particles and refracted by the prisms of water vapor, the colors of the air are best observed in a mass.  Mountaintop vantages, canyons, desert expanses, or deep valley views are recommended.  The warmer the temperature and the stronger the wind, the more color will be detectable.  Rising heat carries finer dust particles deepening the air’s hues, while high winds carry larger particles, brightening the coloration.1

Here’s how naturalist Richard Jefferies poetically recorded seeing the colors of the wind at sunrise one morning:

Photo by James Jordan.

Color comes up in the wind; the thin mist disappears, drunk up in the grass and trees, and the air is full of blue behind the vapor.  Blue sky at the far hoiizon — rich deep blue overhead — a dark-brown blue deep yonder in the gorge among the trees.  I feel a sense of blue color as I face the strong breeze; the vibration and blow of its force answer to that hue, the sound of the swinging branches and the rush — rush in the grass is azure in its note ; it is wind-blue, not the night-blue, or heaven-blue, a color of air.  To see the color of the air, it needs great space like this — a vastness of concavity and hollow — an equal caldron of valley and plain under, to the dome of the sky over, for no vessel of earth and sky is too large for the air-color to fill.  Thirty, forty, and more miles of eye-sweep, and beyond that the limitless expanse over the sea — the thought of the eye knows no butt, shooting on with stellar penetration into the unknown. In a small space there seems a vacuum, and nothing between you and the hedge opposite, or even across the valley; in a great space the void is filled, and the wind touches the sight like a thing tangible.  The air becomes itself a cloud, and is colored — recognized as a thing suspended; something real exists between you and the horizon.  Now, full of sun and now of shade, the air-cloud rests in the expanse.2

The COLOURlovers library is full of airy inspiration.  There are colors of “thin” to “heavy” atmospheres as well as airless colors of suffocation.

[1] John C. Van Dyke, The Desert: Further Studies in Natural Appearances, 1903.
[2] Richard Jefferies, “Winds of Heaven,” The Eclectic Magazine, 1886.

A sampling of thin air colors:

Air air

airy_aries Airy

Air air_to_breath

air_castle air

air-thin air

air_conditioned_sky air

airy air

air_of_clarity Airy

airy air_was_beautiful

A sampling of heavily atmospheric colors:

air Air

Air_Blue Cool_Evening_Wind

air_pollution Air_As_Fine_Mist

Air airpollution

air_heavy_with_rain Air

air_pollution Air_5

A sampling of suffocating, airless colors:

No_air airless

No_Air Airtight

No_Air Airless

No_Air_Left No_Air

no_air,_air_,_air No_Air

No_Air_to_Breath no_air_left

no_air no_air

No_Air_Is_Good_Air no_air

Cover photo by Steve took it.

Craig ConleyAbout the Guest Author, Craig Conley
Craig is an independent scholar and author of dozens of strange and unusual books, including a unicorn field guide and a dictionary of magic words. He also loves color: Prof. Oddfellow

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