"The shadows are lengthening for me. The twilight is here. My days of old
have vanished - tone and tint. They have gone glimmering through the dreams of
things that were. Their memory is one of wondrous beauty, watered by tears and
coaxed and caressed by the smiles of yesterday. I listen vainly, but with
thirsty ear, for the witching melody of faint bugles blowing reveille, of far
drums beating the long roll."
"Look at winter With winter eyes As smoke curls from rooftops To clear cobalt skies.
Breathe in winter Past winter nose: The sweet scent of black birch Where velvet moss grows. Walk through winter With winter feet On crackling ice Or sloshy wet sleet....." - from Winter Eyes by Douglas Florian
Stream ice is mesmerizing. & crazy in how fast it changes. This view is along same stretch of creek as in the previous post, but on the very next day, and looking back toward the bridge. This daily drastic-change aspect observed during my lunchtime walks is
making me think how cool would be a photo flip book of the same view, every day, for a year. Bzzzzzp! - you would traverse four seasons in under 5 seconds, and then do it again - bzzzzzzzzp! - and then again, flipping slower - bzzp-bzzzzzp-bzzzzp-bzzzp... pausing to examine a particularly drastic shift.... Years ago, I checked out from the library a small, hardcover book (but not a flip book) of photos taken by a shopkeeper. For years, he walked out in front of his store and snapped a 35mm photo of the same view directly in front of him. His photos illustrated not only how his neighborhood changed - and didn't change - over time, but also how the culture and country shifted and adapted and was at turns neglected and reinvigorated. It was mesmerizing. And so was his commitment. I personally find it a bit daunting to consider 365 days all at once...BUT maybe even 30 days would still provide enough flippy shift.....the pondering continues...
Nothing like below-freezing temps to brisk up the walking pace! But with the sun beaming bright, illusory warmth, who am I to wimp out on a day like today? BONUS: Today's quick-time stride generated a wee, wint'ry poem, to boot: winter walk at nineteen degrees, snow squeaks under sole (and in Celcius that's seven below!) -ch
Over the past couple weeks while my workdays kept a pace as brisk as a Montana December sky, winter settled in firmly - if not yet technically.. But I mostly kept my commitment to a daily lunchtime walk, during which I built a nice little stash of sweet winter snapshots to finally share. So, I'm back in the saddle again, & hoping you are still admiring of Montana's daily and never-ending beauty.
"Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt of God."
-Jean Anouilh (1910-1987) (A bit of a backward stab in this quote...but it does make one stop and think - of the why behind what one believes, on the phrase "benefit of the doubt", of the surrounding plethora of such varied beauty that leaves doubt in constant challenge, how we cannot assume to know anyone's story that feeds their fear, and how much room there is to give grace....)