I’ve never been to the state of Washington, but I’d be willing to bet that the Colorado skies in September are much, much bluer than those in Seattle. The thin, dry Colorado air gives the sky a purple cast so deep and vast you can only call it the color of infinity.
I live off a highway, so unless I want to take my life in my hands by dodging demented drivers or being asphyxiated by exhaust, I walk laps up and down the .3 mile rock- and gravel-strewn dirt lane in front of my home. Although the scenery provides a gorgeous setting for the trashy trailers and tacky houses, after about the ten-thousandth lap (not all in the same day!), the scenery fades into the background. Which is a good thing — I need to look down at my feet to keep from stepping on sharp rocks or stepping into potholes. Still, with writing, as with life, the significance is in the details, so during each walk, I try to find a new detail to focus on. Today it was the sky. A perfect, cloudless, September sky.
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Bertram's Blog 
September 27, 2009 at 2:44 pm
When I went to school in Boulder one summer, I saw the sky close up. Looked nice from the top of a mountain; it was a detail it was fairly easy to take for granted while concentrating on the rock–until one got to the summit.
Malcolm
September 27, 2009 at 3:01 pm
Before I planted so many trees that it blocked out my view (blocking out the summer sun was much more of a consideration!) I used to stand at the window and look at the sky. I don’ t know why it was so big here — it seemed that all I could see was sky. I became familiar with all the variations of sky blue from the palest powder blue to the deepest lapis lazuli. And I became very aware of the movement of the sun. Shocked the heck out me one year when the sun set several degrees north of where it normally set at the spring soltice.
September 27, 2009 at 4:35 pm
So many beautiful skies to see, so little time. They may not be the bluest, but the big Saskatchewan sky, so blue against the gold of the wheatfields, is striking in its majesty.
Thanks for reminding me…
Best,
Donna
September 27, 2009 at 5:31 pm
Um, nope.
Seattle still wins.
We also have the grayest skies. It’s the contrast that’s so striking.
September 27, 2009 at 7:45 pm
That makes sense — colors always seem brighter when contrasted with darker shades.
September 28, 2009 at 11:05 am
I remember trying to work out if the sky was really blue when I was a kid, ’cause if I looked straight up at it all the color washed out.
September 29, 2009 at 10:38 am
Florida skies are also very blue but, because we live at the beach, we often get thick billowing clouds that seem to hover low enough to make you feel like you could reach up & grab a handful. Similar to thunderheads but brilliant white. My retinas usually let me know when it’s time to stop staring.
September 30, 2009 at 6:43 pm
I would have to say the Yukon and Alaska. Incredible skies. And at night… awesome northern lights. Takes my breath away every single time.
Jamaica was pretty too.
But here at Cluculz Lake, I still look out over the lake and find myself thinking, “Wow.”
September 30, 2009 at 6:43 pm
You took a beautiful photo, Pat.
October 1, 2009 at 8:17 pm
I’d love to see the how the sky looks in various places. You all give such vivid descriptions, it wakens the wanderlust in me.