As I walk I begin to leave behind the visual noise of town. A welcome insulation of stillness falls around me. I breathe in the cool air and breathe out the hot fire of pressing thoughts.
I notice how the light falls and illuminates certain patterns, my eyes begin to open to what is there before me. I start to notice all the life within the pulsating silence.
Patterns begin to emerge.
A surprise bridge brings a direct encounter with the thick, slow movement of a partially frozen river in all her delicious darkness.
She unfolds herself leisurely, sensuously winding along the frozen shoreline.
I am taken with her dark beauty and pause to watch & listen as her shimmering reflections speak in all their nuances of grey.
An unexpected light thrills me with warmth, illuminating the river's wintery & somber demeanor.
She radiates a glowing smile from her sleepy winter journey.
I watch attentively as she reveals more of herself in undulating curves of such beauty that I feel myself falling...
in love again. Her beauty has no limits, as she begins to speak through her curves, her shapes, her sounds, her colors..
I can feel only love, expressed in curves so sweet I want to cry out in wonder.
Shapes shift.
Water moves.
Perception is altered. I am restored. I will return to my studio and attempt to translate into paint this river's rich and resonant voice of winter.
2 comments:
The places you have for inspiration and subjects… I envy you. Wonderful photos, and as always, I enjoy your words.
Thanks for your frequent visits and comments Anthony, always appreciated and glad you could join me for a walk along the river. :)
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