the snow continues to slowly recede and melt into long thin strips of crystalline purity as the sun stays up longer and softens the ground. much of it is turning into little ice crystals. inside those crystals are little bubbles of air. click on any of the pictures to fill your screen with icy bubbly loveliness!
on the front roof of my house, there's a drift of snow that is sheltered from much of the sun's warmth. i liked the way the light was playing on its edges - catching little fractals of diamond-like refraction - so i hauled down the bug screens and cracked open the windows to take a few pictures of it before it went away.
here's the snow drift a little closer.
there is a sort of letting go when the snow finally melts. conrad aiken knew something of the strange beauty that you become attuned to when snow fills the physical and emotional landscape of a long winter.
"as i walked through the lamplit gardens,
on the thin white crust of snow,
so intensely was i thinking of my misfortune,
so clearly were my eyes fixed
on the face of this grief which has come to me,
that i did not notice the beautiful pale colouring
of lamplight on the snow;
nor the interlaced long blue shadows of trees;
and yet these things were there,
and the white lamps, and the orange lamps, and the lamps of lilac were there,
as i have seen them so often before;
as they will be so often again
long after my grief is forgotten." conrad aiken (excerpted from "improvisations: light and snow")
winter rain on moss
soundlessly recalls those
happy by gone days
buson
snow melting
the village brimming over...
with children! issa
No comments:
Post a Comment