Journal Entry 10.20.23

I keep seeing blue everywhere. Blue continues to be the color of my map. There are wildflowers here, orchids, bell flowers, asters, peas—their color blue is so impossibly intense in the mountain light. Blue, almost purple with intensity. On the trails I’ve seen broken pottery, fragments of Chinese dishes, white with blue lines. I even found a piece of blue pottery that we have on Barnes Island. The roofs are often blue corrugated tin that stand out on the green mountainside, but are somehow appropriate to the bright blue skies above them. Blue is my guide. It is telling me something. I will follow the blues.