Thank you so much for turning it into an essay! I definitely miss being able to read your Twitter threads, and I'm so grateful you took the time to convert it. (And that you took all the time to research and experiment in the first place!) This is really fascinating
So beautiful. We used to run a flower farm and cornflower continue to be a favourite of mine. You have made me appreciate its beauty even more! Thank you 😊
So interesting. I read it because the lure of this color in the wild is something almost visceral and definitely somewhat spiritual to me. Every season I witness an explosion of chicory along the roadside where I live. This color longingly calls to me and I can’t tell why. The emotion it conjures in me is unlike any other that I come across in nature like autumn leaves and fields of sunflowers for example. I participate with this color in a way no other color in nature does. Thanks for your work here!
I can quite understand it, it's an extraordinary colour impossible to capture properly in photos. It has a glow beyond the spectrum, like a bluebells wood. The attempt to extract the blue, in its impossibility, is as compelling as efforts to create the philosopher's stone.
Sobering how much 'fact' passed down the ages turns out to be less than robust. Great detective work by you & your colleagues
Yes, citing sources has become a substitute for doing due diligence!
Thank you so much for turning it into an essay! I definitely miss being able to read your Twitter threads, and I'm so grateful you took the time to convert it. (And that you took all the time to research and experiment in the first place!) This is really fascinating
Glad you enjoyed it!
So beautiful. We used to run a flower farm and cornflower continue to be a favourite of mine. You have made me appreciate its beauty even more! Thank you 😊
A flower farm! Oooh the opportunities!
Thanks for this wonderful exposition on the fugitive nature of organic color! You’re a treasure.
Thank you!
How do myths begin? Read this piece of masterful sleuthing, ostensibly about an enigmatic blue, but applicable to almost any colourful rumour.
Thanks!!
So interesting. I read it because the lure of this color in the wild is something almost visceral and definitely somewhat spiritual to me. Every season I witness an explosion of chicory along the roadside where I live. This color longingly calls to me and I can’t tell why. The emotion it conjures in me is unlike any other that I come across in nature like autumn leaves and fields of sunflowers for example. I participate with this color in a way no other color in nature does. Thanks for your work here!
I can quite understand it, it's an extraordinary colour impossible to capture properly in photos. It has a glow beyond the spectrum, like a bluebells wood. The attempt to extract the blue, in its impossibility, is as compelling as efforts to create the philosopher's stone.