January 2, 2010. What a glorious day for a walk. There was a light rain falling over the snowy fields in the park and the mist was rising from the ground to drift upward through the trees. The park was a mysterious place with each step, and familiar sights looked new and unknown. Paths going into the center of the park are shrouded and men and dogs emerge from the mist as if from a dream. And some are. The sun attempted to break through the cloud cover, rays of light breaking through the morning mist. The mist creates a scrim, a solid background against which to view patterns from branches and trees. From this you can see how people created patterns on solid fabric, how someone wanted to see how to weave a design to remember a sight. Bless them for that.
