In June, we road tripped to the eastern provinces of Canada. We weaved our away east across Ontario to Quebec, south from Montreal through the mountains into Vermont, then southeast through New Hampshire and Maine to New Brunswick.
We passed through countless small towns and villages and, for the majority of the New England branch of the trip, the majestic mountain range was a constant companion. I vividly recall a moment in the drive when a storm had collected over mountains in the distance, desaturating them of colour, while verdant forests awash in sunlight surrounded us. It was an ominous sight.
In Nova Scotia, we visited Peggy’s Cove, a small fishing community on the southwestern shore of the province. We arrived shortly after a drizzling rain and the gray clouds were still suspended in the air. We were visiting outside of tourist season, and I was left with an unshakeable impression that the village was just waking from a long hibernation, still groggy with sleep. Yet the village itself was anything but muted: everywhere I looked, I was astounded by the vibrant maritime colours — reds, yellows, greens, blues.
On Prince Edward Island, I simply could not stop snapping photographs of the rolling farm land, rich in colour from the green of new growth, and the beautiful red soil. I remarked to Sandra that I felt a strange and insatiable craving for red velvet cake before realizing that it was the soil that was reminding me of the delightfully moist cake. P.E.I. quite literally looked delicious!
Then, in the final leg of the trip, we drove north through New Brunswick towards Quebec, traveling along the Trans-Canada Highway, which runs adjacent to the Saint John River for a good stretch. Later, while encouraging a friend to drive rather than fly if visiting the east coast, I described the vista: marbled precambrian rock robed in lichens, and this brilliant sapphire river cutting through the emerald forests. It was breathtaking.
When I reminisce about the trip, I realize that some of my most pleasurable memories have something to do with colour, and I wonder if the trip would have been as memorable if I had not been able to perceive all the vibrant colours which surrounded me.
Today, I am thankful that I can perceive colour without any deficiency. When a surprising number of people in the world have some type of colour blindness, I feel very lucky. I can’t imagine the world without the variety of colour I see.
Does perceiving (or not perceiving) colour fully affect your life and experiences? Please share your thoughts with me in the Comments.