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I have to admit I was much more enchanted by the first few winter storms.  Now as we batten down the hatches for roughly 10 inches of snow tonight, I’m really, really, really looking forward to spring.  I may feel differently in the morning when the sun’s rays strike all the white surfaces.  We’ll see … 😉

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It was a bit like finding the rainbow in the ice last week.  I was walking past a sunlit window and turned my head at just the right moment to see something there, that would only be there for a moment.  This morning I was walking past a sunlit window in a different room and turned my head at just the right moment to notice not ephemeral ice but ripples and waves in the old glass.  At certain angles, the ripples distorted my view in wonderful ways.  I’ve posted about the views through this window before (like here).

Branches and old vines. A dead tree with falling bark. A metal fence and crumbling stone wall.  That’s really all that’s captured in any of the photos.

I think the photos have always been taken through the two panes of old glass.  It’s just that the angle of the winter sun was different today, and my perspective was different today.

We’ll see what tomorrow holds in terms of light, perspective and all those other variables that influence a picture.

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On New Year’s Eve, I chanced upon the PBS broadcast of Yo Yo Ma performing Azul with the New York Philharmonic Orchestra.  I felt frozen listening to the musicians and enraptured by the passion on Yo Yo Ma’s face.   Later I learned in this program note of composer Osvaldo Golijov’s desire in developing this recently commissioned work for cello and orchestra to “recapture for the present that ability of the late Baroque composers to suspend time without stopping motion in their music …”  A complicated piece to say the least.  Time felt suspended for me on occasion.  When you have a chance, give a listen and see what you experience.  This link will take you to an actual video of the New York Philharmonic performance (Azul can be accessed at 14:33) or you can listen via the following Youtube video.

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Thanks for viewing this blog and all of your wonderful comments.  Best wishes to you and yours this day, and may you have a Happy New Year filled with brightness.

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It was to be a short walk in the Belle Isle Marsh.  I expected to capture sunlight on branches.  The snowy owl in a tree was quite the surprise.  Thanks to a kind stranger who pointed out the white spot and even let people borrow his binoculars for a better look.

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It has been almost two years since my photo essay Winter’s Light appeared in Talking Writing.

Of course I still love the light of this approaching season.

With that winter’s light in 2011, I focused on the illumination of “ordinary objects,” from condensation to old postcards hung on a wall.

With this morning’s near-winter light, I was struck by the illumination of branching fingers of ice.

To view such scenes at the start of the day feels magical.  Feels cold, too, but still magical. 😉

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the day was cold but beautiful

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Snow began to fall this morning and so I went to the window to check on my so-called copper branches.

These branches drape over a crumbling concrete wall.

The wall is adjacent to a muffler shop.  If I were to widen my shots you would see the mountain of tires, metal poles and big blue barrels.

The area is not easily accessible.  It is cordoned off on three sides by a metal fence.  It is only because I am next door and up high that I can see the beauty over the wall.

One day I may get up the nerve to talk with the manager and convince him to let me into the area, to climb over the tires, so that I can get up close to the tiny rambling woods.

But for now I am happy to shoot from a distance and later play with the images. As different details emerge out of the lovely chaos – a leaf still green, the illumination of paler twigs, and so forth – it feels a bit like painting with light.

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If there was snow on the coppery branches, then it was quickly washed away.

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