The color "weathered gray" is frequently employed in literature to evoke a sense of age, endurance, and the natural progression of time. In some works, it adorns structures—whether in the worn, hewn timbers of very old buildings [1], on a half-collapsed barn [2], or as the delightful, unaltered exterior of a house [3]—underscoring the beauty in their imperfection. This hue also graces scenes of nature, appearing on vast forests of dead poles that silently mark the passage of time [4] and on trunks scarred by age and decay [5]. Even elements associated with human craftsmanship, like the shining boards of a large boat [6] or a low, steadfast structure that seems to meld with the earth [7], are colored with this storied gray, highlighting a rich interplay between human creation and natural weathering.
- A good colour suggestion may be found in the weathered gray of the hewn timbers of very old buildings.
— from The Library of Work and Play: Home Decoration by Charles Franklin Warner
- The weathered gray barn had half collapsed.
— from A Bullet for Cinderella by John D. (John Dann) MacDonald
- “It seems a pity to paint the outside of the house,” said Miss Goodwin; “it’s such a lovely weathered gray now.
— from The Idyl of Twin Fires by Walter Prichard Eaton
- Here also the vast forests of dead poles weathered gray with time, bore silent witness to the completeness of the destruction.
— from Northern Nut Growers Association, Report Of The Proceedings At The Tenth Annual Meeting.
Battle Creek, Michigan, December 9 and 10, 1919
- The rest of the trunk was bare, weathered gray, with traces on its surface of old cankers, and evidently dead for a long period.
— from Northern Nut Growers Association, Report Of The Proceedings At The Tenth Annual Meeting.
Battle Creek, Michigan, December 9 and 10, 1919
- “It is a very big boat,” ventured Helen, whispering, as she looked over the wide deck with its shining weathered gray boards.
— from The Haunted Ship by Kate Marion Tucker
- It stood on a ridge, long and low and weathered gray like a part of the earth.
— from The Sensitive Man by Poul Anderson