but I am certainly glad I looked.
Only a little bit of moisture so no great ice sculptures as before though I still see stars and lost universes.
Just light reflecting and refracting, striking the dust, and veiling that magnificent oak tree.
That is what that science guy of mine said over breakfast this morning. “Beauty is fractal. No matter the scale at which we view a thing, it is beautiful.” We weren’t specifically talking about flowers but we could have been. There is more I’d like to write about that statement but why when someone else has written so … beautifully … about “the mystery of a flower.” If you have five minutes and eleven seconds today, check out this video and hear the words of physicist Richard Feynman on Beauty. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRmbwczTC6E&list=PL92F9FC91BBE2210D
I only had to hop one fence, calm down one startled rabbit, and wade hip-deep through one muddy grove to reach the graveled path leading up to the power station. I had visited this area before and was curious what this season held for viewing. For the most part, I kept my camera aimed high hoping to catch sight of the hawk I’d seen before but then at some point I realized I should watch my footing on the icy rocks. I glanced down and this is what I saw.
In one small area ice sheets stretched. In some places water bubbled beneath the surface. Rocks and leaves were enveloped by sheer winter wraps. Later at home I played around a bit with the lighting. Revealed were bright stars in a dark sky and stained glass perfect for an outdoor cathedral.
One day later my hands are still cold from…
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Tracey in Maine 