Generally I think of winter as stark and colorless. Yet in February before the snowfall I took a walk through Lincoln. The vistas were teaming with evidence of life and I was fascinated by the textures. Long ago pastures, now secluded, seem primordial.
The day was dreary, cold & overcast. Nevertheless I was surprised by all the life found in winter landscape and delighted in the parched bark, frozen leaves and bubble textures. See for yourself!
It was a day when the ordinary became extraordinary. As I was leaving the sun broke through revealing a lush pathway of green lichen. On my way out I marveled at an aged tree, majestic in its barren state. I can’t wait to see it come to life with leaves in the spring.
Meanwhile I’ll dream of woven fabrics that resemble the patterns found that winter day…