So I give you…
A study of ice.
Note in the first photo, those are paw prints- tread delicately across the frozen water. Then there are the birds. Look closely. They are all perched on top of the pond- including the swan. (I may or may not have used the zoom function on my camera to make sure of that. Believe me- it's a bit unsettling when you use it on an unsuspecting plant… forget about an unsuspecting bird.)
What makes me glow here, in this cold cold country, is the way Nature is still so present even in the coldest of cold moments; it is the way that Nature plays with cold, forms it and follows it, and chases it in circles until one is simply a part of the other. Ice becomes a canvas on which to trace splintering lines and flowing loops. Snow becomes a challenge of individuality. The puff of air that is your breath on an exhale becomes visually arousing because suddenly you see proof of your own life, proof of your being alive, living. You can see proof that you are present.
Until next time, enjoy the show Dearhearts.
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