color of shadow

I think, act, and function entirely as an artist. Since the right side of my brain has been so actively used as to make me entirely right brained, it’s the only way of functioning I can muster.
In one of my hundreds of walks throughout campus, I decided to look at everything as if I were mixing paint to paint my spectrum of sight. I was surprised to find so much color to the world, even if I am in Utah.
I particularly liked color of shadows, sky holes in the trees, and the color of bare branches against the winter blue sky. Shadows have amazing colors, favorites being the underside of the orange buildings of Heritage Halls and the pale blue of the sky reflected in the snow shaded by trees. The branches of trees turn a strange purple or yellow against the sky, completely contrary to the expected brown, white, and gray of conventional concepts of the average tree. Sky holes are the bright little patches of sky cut out of the general shape of the tree, and are brighter than the rest of the sky.
Said respectfully as possible, God must have been an artist.