I marvel at what a line can do even in a photograph — how little information we need to interpret what we see before our eyes.
The beauty of the awakening Earth is everywhere now. We know that Spring will win out no matter what the daily back and forth in rain, sleet, snow and sunshine, is on stage. The days are getting noticeably longer, sunrise is earlier and sunset is later. These ice pads on the new homestead creek replay Ukiyo-e and later the Post-Impressionists who noted the same beauty I see now.
The capacity for Nature to fill us with wonder is lost in the urban environments. Once faced with the sky and the land, I am reminded of things long forgot. So I am recording on a digital machine what was seen by Native Americans eons ago and no doubt I am repairing old synapses that were once in us all, obliterated or at least walled off by modernity.
The Groundhog has told us we will have an early spring. I’m ready.