Am I obsessing a little over the ice that currently clings
to the earth? Perhaps I am, but the
beauty of the ice is absolutely astonishing.
Trees are frozen, branches and boughs hugged by thick layers of ice and
when the sun strikes, suddenly the trees are afire, glowing as sun glints off
the ice. Yesterday, after dropping my
son off at school I could not resist the urge to grab my camera and take a
walk. The trees, embedded with thousands
of tiny lights beckoned me, and though I knew I could never do their magnificence
justice with my camera, I had to try.
Icicles hung everywhere transforming ordinary mundane bushes into an optical
delight. With camera in hand, indulging
in the frozen water, the world stood still and momentarily all my cares and
concerns were forgotten, lost amongst the splendor of my surroundings. And the small things, the tiny pine needles and
the berries hanging from bushes that I often miss, things I’m sometimes too
busy to see were briefly all that mattered.
Drinking in the intricacy of nature, the simplicity of the ice there was
nothing I missed, nothing too insignificant to notice. I focused my camera and hoped that a handful
of images would at least resemble the brilliance that drew me to them in the
first place.
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