In the dark of night, a metamorphosis occurs. Without warning or fanfare, nature begins to dress for winter.
Seasons change like acts in a play, each with its own cast of characters, conflicts and resolutions. Scene one: introduction of characters.
On a crisp, late fall morning, nature wakes, icebound.
Overnight, Winter descends upon my bucolic pond. A stunning cloak of glistening crystals forms in the dead of night, weaving its way across the freshly frozen surface. The falling leaves and migrating birds all have been silenced by the introduction of this frosty character. Feeling like an intruder, Winter makes his presence known in an oh so chilly manner.
What is Winter’s intention? Is it to slow me down, allowing me to rest, and to restore? Or, are his intentions a bit more sinister?
For today, Winter has simply brought a frozen silence…
“The quieter you become, the more you are able to hear”.
Live in color,