For many weeks, I’ve admired its shape at the window, and how the morning and afternoon light fills its form. A beautiful green vessel, for sure, that empty sake bottle. I’m always shifting things about but that bottle I have not moved since placing it at that window. I began to wonder why.
I think it is the layering of the bottle’s illuminated form against the living, shifting greens of the oak tree outside. As the wind blows and the branches shift, bits of blue sky or gray sky are intermittently revealed. The background is constantly in flux. The scene of bottle against tree is a still life always in motion.
And yet even as I celebrate the serendipitous layering of light and color at the kitchen window, I also could not help but wonder what would the scene reveal with the absence of color.
Simply beauty expressed in a different way.