January 6, 2011. Water again, frozen, one of the great changers on our planet. I love the bulb of ice, as if the water was so eager to flow over the edge, but not to drop to the pool below. The morning sun glinted off the frozen droplets, and we have caught the water in the act of moving over the land, but then frozen, not reaching beyond its basin. Caught in the act of splashing and then freezing in the middle of it.
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Thursday, January 6, 2011
FROSTBITE FALLS
January 6, 2011. Water again, frozen, one of the great changers on our planet. I love the bulb of ice, as if the water was so eager to flow over the edge, but not to drop to the pool below. The morning sun glinted off the frozen droplets, and we have caught the water in the act of moving over the land, but then frozen, not reaching beyond its basin. Caught in the act of splashing and then freezing in the middle of it. 
Monday, December 20, 2010
ICE BUCKETS
December 18, 2010. Giant cubes of frozen water, outsized in an outsized City. The day was frigid, but the cubes were nestled safely in their bed of leaves, dropped from the elms surrounding the Library. I was on my way to Bryant Park. The colors of the leaves and pine branches are muted by the ice, the lines blurred and flowing into each other. It looks so quiet under there. It looks soft.
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