On a foggy January day, color, such as there is of it this time of year, tends to the quiet. Our atmosphere grades to diffuse grays. Distant evergreens become taupes, charcoals, and other dark tones that only hint that their actual color, seen close, are greens of pine and juniper.
Next to the creek, phragmites reeds, once lush green, have faded to siennas and tans and hints of brown. The ice reflects the fog. In the grass is a dog.
Behind the dunes, american beachgrass, Ammophila, grows, lushly, beautifully adapted to the sand, salt, and wind. This time of year the grass bleaches to tans. So many tans.
Highlights of beige and buff limn the fawns and fallows.
The camels and khakis of these stems are the true colors of this season.
This place of tan is just right for a tan dog.