I made a color picker with names by hooking up my color thesaurus to an interactive hex to rgb converter. Now you can see all the details of the colors, such as names, hue, saturation, brightness, red green blue values, hexadecimal code, little stories about the colors, and more. Let me know what else you’d like to see on this page. I’m a little obsessed with colors due to writing a novel with an artist as the main character. I also like keeping my website up to date. You can add any color to the URL and my code generates a page behind the scenes. It pulls the data from a JSON file filled with color names and hex codes.
Green is a very comforting color. As biological creatures we are drawn to the sustenance and life it represents. There’s nothing nicer than looking out at a rich green forest. Green is one of my favorite colors, second only to blue. Many shades of green can be seen on my colors page. Some green color names are malachite, olive, artichoke, and emerald.
Stygian blue, a poem
at first just a single color appeared to me
like the faintest hint of dawn
then, a few minutes later
like the eyes of a newborn baby
quickly following that
like so many tropical seas
before I knew it
all manner of colors arrived
in a flash of word association
bend of the knuckle
skin of the egg
russet, plum, and soursop
elderberry, date, and endive
Smuckles’ Garden Camping Adventures
Smuckles’ Garden Camping Adventures is the story of several slug and snail friends who decide to go camping together. The story starts out with lots of laughs but pretty soon something scary happens! Follow the adventures of Smuckles the Slug and pals as they encounter spooky stuff on their camping trip. Get the book on Amazon in paperback or Kindle format. Learn about the hilarious gang on Monsters.net.
6094 U.S. 101, Amanda Park, WA 98526
A cluster of ferns in Quinault Rainforest
Quinault Rainforest, part of Olympic National Park, is on my shortlist of places to visit again. In July 2013 on my way from San Francisco to Boston, I visited this mossy, verdant wonderland in the northwest corner of Washington State. I could have spent a month taking photos there. The park features overflowing ferns, moss growing off giant trees, and numerous other epiphytes that only grow where it rains all the time. Epiphytes are plants that grow on other plants in a non-parasitic way. Examples include ferns, mosses, spike mosses, and lichens. It rains almost fourteen feet a year in the park, so the place is very green.
Quinault Rainforest is verdant and amazing
The paths were particularly beautiful because the sunlight shone through the hanging moss and ferns and created a green backlit effect. Much of the lush greenery was brightly dappled. The mixture of shadow and light was spectacular. Many fallen trunks in stages of decay were thick with moss growth. Shades of green were very intense. This place is loaded with ferns and moss.
Quinault Rainforest could have been a lovely home for elves and gnomes
Plants grew from every square inch of the earth. Moss draped from every tree. Light filtered through everything. The park was scenic and postcard-perfect. There are hikes of shorter and longer durations, all radiating out from Lake Quinault in the center. It’s a very family-friendly park. There’s even a seafood restaurant on one edge of the park with a view of the sunset.
More ferns and moss in Quinault Rainforest
Even more ferns and greenery
Posted in response to It IS Easy Being Green!
Fruit of the noni tree
A few years ago I visited Kauai, Hawaii, and discovered this large, bulbous, green, and knobby fruit, about the size of a pear.
Is it edible? Is it poisonous? Is it full grown? What the heck is it? My website received a lot of Google hits from people searching for “bulbous fruit”, which is what I called it before I realized its true name.
I have since learned that this is the fruit of the noni tree. It is edible (though not too tasty) and not poisonous (if you don’t eat too many). Proponents claim that the noni fruit and its juice can treat a wide variety of health problems, ranging from cancer to senility to psoriasis. Science hasn’t backed up these claims, so if you get a case of psoriasis, see a doctor. The noni fruit has also been used in many commercial skin and hair care products. Go ahead and slather it on if you need to moisturize, just don’t expect a cure for cancer.
I would go back to Kauai in a heartbeat. The plants there seemed bigger, greener, weirder. See the original high-resolution photo.
Posted in response to the weekly photo challenge It IS easy being green!
My White’s Tree Frog was fat and happy
His name was Jabba the Hutt due to his corpulence. He barked like a dog, blew up his chin with air, and ate live crickets. When he wasn’t eating, he sat very still so that he was very easy to photograph. I had him for ten years until his eyes started to fade and he had a harder time catching crickets. He is shown here in the prime of his life, sitting on a painting. He changed colors to match whatever his surroundings were, more or less. He could muster several shades of brown and blue-green.
When I first got him home and he started barking, I thought there was an actual dog either right outside my window or somehow, disturbingly, inside my apartment. It was a big enough place that this was almost plausible, until I realized it was the frog.
His method for catching crickets was to look about two inches into the space in front of him. If there was a cricket there he’d pounce with his mouth open, landing such that cricket was instantly in his mouth. Efficient!
He was tons of fun. I still miss him.
Posted in response to weekly photo challenge Fun!
Detail of blue-green painting
I used to be really into painting. I made a large number of small acrylic color studies, including this one. It is 8×8 inches. Some of them are for sale, so contact me! I am more into writing nowadays. Ask me about my novels.
Posted in response to daily prompt: Paint
I collect little boxes. Most of them are brown wood, but this little guy is a mosaic of little colorful bits.
I used to keep frogs
This frog’s name is Lazarus
I used to keep pet frogs. Lazarus was a green tree frog, who lived in a tropical environment in a little tank. He escaped from the tank one summer, a very dry season, I thought he was DEAD. Then three months later I found him moist and happy on top of and outside the tank. Alive and kicking!
I went through a crayon period of photography. Crayons make great photo objects. They are colorful, easy to work with, inert, and small.
I left my vast collection of new and used crayons with some deserving artist friends when I made the cross-country move to Boston, so I’ll have to start amassing new ones!
Jabba was a grand pet frog
Sometimes grand things come in small packages.
This was my pet frog Jabba the Hutt. I kept him for about ten years. He was a fine fellow. He sometimes barked, puffing up his throaty area, and sounded just like a giant dog. He ate a rich diet of live crickets. He enjoyed a tropical, humid climate and fast-growing live plants. He was often hard to find among the plants in his tank because he changed colors from dark brown to light green.
Another photo from the extremely mossy Olympic National Park in Washington State. I really could have spent a month in this place. So tropical! Everywhere I went it was crazy-thick ferns, moss dripping off giant trees, strange frondy things that probably only grow where it rains all the time.
I love jungles. I want to visit Costa Rica. I’ve been to Mexica, Belize, and Guatemala. Not bad. I would love to see some sloths either in the wild or in captivity. I’m not a big fan of captivity but what are you gonna do, those animals need help. Also they look like muppets. How can you not want to help an animal that looks like a muppet, and moves so slowly.
Just one more thing, Washington State
When I was in Olympic National Park I was getting nervous about how much of the country I had to cover before hitting the east coast. I had spent a good week already going straight north through California, Oregon, and Washington. I did not want to short-change the trip east. The country I had to cover looked pretty large.
I also made a mistake in booking the hotel inside Olympic National Park. I meant to reserve a hotel room in the center of the park, but instead I reserved an RV hookup. Whoops! I didn’t realize this until I drove around the wiggly edges of the park all night through dense fog and arrived at 7am, exhausted. All rooms were booked. My disappointment was almost as bad as my exhaustion. I wanted to take a shower and sleep in the worst way. That is when I developed my second rule of the road trip (first rule involved no hiking with the hood up): don’t drive more than 8 hours in a row, ever.
The guy at the desk took pity on me and tried to book me in the nearest nice hotel, but that was also fully booked, so he booked me at the Hungry Bear Cafe, Motel & RV Park an hour away. It turned out to be very cozy and cute. Each room was its own self-contained cottage. Very reasonably priced. Aside from the hour drive, which I obviously wasn’t keen on, the motel was just grand. I’d stay there again.
Key part of this story is that they lady that ran the motel/diner insisted that I see the very far northwestern point of the peninsula, Cape Flattery, before I head east. I was a little concerned that I would not have time, but there was something terrifically charming about this grandmotherly lady who ran the diner like a champ and gave me inside information about the best local places to see.
“Oh you’ll love it! I know you will!”
So off I went, driving several hours even further west. And… sure enough. First there’s this:
A super-lush gentle forest with an adorable little path goes on for a maybe one or two miles. WHERE DO THEY KEEP THE HOBBITS? Adorable. Just adorable.
Then there’s this:
Whales! Seals! Water fowl! Some kind of… HAWK!
So thank you lady, that was a good find. In terms of ease of hiking, while other parts of the park might be a little more strenuous, this is gentle for all ages and quite picture-book-esque.
Cape Flattery was the farthest northwestern point of the U.S. excluding Alaska. On the way back I was so far north that my cellphone beeped “WELCOME ABROAD!” with instructions for how to dial back into the United States. I had to call AT&T and instruct them to lock off Canadian cell towers. I definitely recommend July as the time of year. I was comfortable in a light jacket. As I got closer to the coast, a thicker jacket.
In terms of booking rooms, my sense is that you need more than a week in advance to get something inside the park for prime-time July. I had no trouble finding something on the edge of the park (such as the Hungry Bear place). Since I was doing a road trip I had to wing it a bit, but under other conditions you might want to plan it out more.
Olympic National Park
Where are the gnomes
It is hard to describe how unbelievably hobbit-like Olympic National Park is in July.
The thick verdant nature of everything is really hard to capture on camera. I was lucky it wasn’t raining. Everything was covered in moss. Electric poles: moss. Electric lines: moss. Everything: moss. I could imagine houses get quite dingy if you don’t keep them dry. I would not want to live here, I think I’d feel damp too much of the year, but it was quite resplendent mid-July.
It was also not very busy. I hiked Quinault Rain Forest. I must have been happily marching along for two hours by myself without hearing a soul in the world, lah lah, my head meandering about how nice the green stuff is and whether I’ll see an elk, when all of a sudden some dude briskly walks past saying EXCUSE ME. I also had my hood up to keep the bugs off, so I really didn’t hear him coming. Sheesh I nearly had a heart attack. After that I stopped hiking with my hood up.