January 21, 2012. It took the first snow of the season to make me see this - how easily an early designer could develop a lattice pattern. The white powder overlaying the deep green on a background of white snow, has probably caught observers eyes for as long as we could see and think about what we saw. There are so many times when I don't see because I think I am just too busy.
And how could an image like this not have inspired weavers and painters alike? Fine, tiny branches carrying little circles of surprises up to the sky. The sky itself was so gray, holding the sun at bay, and the branches were so dark against it. My mind wove the fabric and colored it as I set out on my walk.
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Sunday, January 29, 2012
SNO CONE
December 21. 2011. A singular morning in December in the land where I was born. The trees in the distance were enveloped in frost, glistening as the sun considered its rising. No snow graced us or the land, but this stunning steel blue sky with the shimmering white was captivating. What else to do, but look and wonder how long it could remain, because surely it had vanished as the day wore on.
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