There’s blue, then there’s Capri Blue.
Seems a bit strange, to admire a color, but until I visited this little island off the Amalfi Coast in Italy, I never knew what blue really looked like. Or felt like. Because Capri Blue is more of a feeling than a hue.
Capri Blue should be sanctified, because it is so pure and deep and true. It feels miraculous and it feels otherworldly. The azure waters of Capri are celebrated in my mind. The moment I first saw this blue, my eyes feasted, having never known a blue that was so natural, grand, and beautiful. It’s overpowering to be in awe over something as simple as a color – a color I thought I knew. Until I traveled to Capri.
If you’ve ever indulged in humanity’s great composers, you’ve probably heard a chord or a movement that was so unexpected and different and glorious during your listening experience. It was probably a sound so striking that it moved you. This type of sound to your ears is what this blue did to my eyes. And my heart. Because remember, Capri Blue is a feeling.
Sure, I bet science could explain something about how the Tyrrhenian Sea’s contents mixed with the reflection of the sun create a certain hue particularly appealing to the retina. But in the presence of the island, I felt the grandeur of the sea, the awe of existence, and if you’re a religious folk, you knew this was a godly creation, this color blue.
During my “in the moment” post about Capri, I said I’d end my rant that gushed about the color blue. Clearly that didn’t happen. I also wished I could share my photos from my DSLR. So this is me fulfilling my wish and breaking my Capri Blue silence.
These photos do no justice.
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