"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." A little doodle by Charlie-Bowater for one the most beautiful lines from any poem, The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams.
I was surprised at how much the element of color, or lack there of, played a role in the definition of objects. The white of the wave crests helped them to stand out greatly in the blues of the sea. - Life In Color