Oh! Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,
As someone somewhere sings about the sky.
- Lord Byron
The rain has finally stopped, more or less, and the days are clear, warm and summery, more or less. At about the same hour each afternoon, we slip into our light weather jackets and slip out of the apartment for a stroll.
Blue color is everlastingly appointed by the Deity to be a source of delight.
– John Ruskin
I am struck by the color blue. The French are usually so discreet, the buildings the color of sand, washed out beige, dusty eggshell white. Elegant balcony ironwork painted the regimented black or pale blue the color of robin's eggs. I'm always astonished when stopped by a splash of color, a spray of cherry red geraniums, deep orange roses the colors of sunset tangled along the side of a house, a drooping swag of mauve wisteria twining along the top of a stone wall, a pair of bright, lemon yellow chairs sitting all alone in a street, in front of a shop, sunshine against dirty gray. And blue doors. Bleu Klein.
The whole world, as we experience it visually,
comes to us through the mystic realm of color.
– Hans Hofmann
Why blue doors? Blue doors hold traditional truths in many cultures. Superstitions, you might say, but such lovely superstitions. Blue is a heavenly color, calm, serene, relaxing, boding well for all who enter through a blue door.
Blue denotes royalty and loyalty, an invitation one certainly cannot, must not refuse. Welcome. Bienvenue.
Blue doors betoken a place of refuge, announce the home as one where owner and visitors, family and friends will find the perfect retreat from an often harsh and demanding world. Blue the color of water, a peaceful lake, a cool river. Clear blue skies on a summer day. Blue the color of silence. Children's fingers stained the lovely blue of blueberries, blackberries, blue M & M's.
And blue doors, shutters and window frames repel evil spirits. I never knew the French to be superstitious creatures and tend to think that the blue of their doors reflects the nearby ocean of this former port city, fishing city, marine city. I tend to think that the blue of their doors is regal, reflecting the royal city of Nantes. But I can't help stopping and shooting all the blue doors no matter how picture perfect, no matter how scruffy and aged, no matter home, church or school.