April 19, 2008
On a path
…listen
…about the musicOne of many musical paths.
You can have absolutely no idea where you’re going, and still be on a good path.
Or, as I like to say when maps have failed me, I have failed the maps, and I’m walking or driving around in squiggles,
“I’m not lost, I just don’t know where I am!”
There is a significant difference.
This was the well-marked path I trod at the end of today’s chilly afternoon. The photo of lushness offers no clues to the local truth: it snowed Friday and this morning! A few joyful flurries late yesterday and a short, solid burst in the middle of the night. Headed back from afternoon errands, I had wanted to photograph the thick white flakes blowing sideways against the spring green, but neither my camera nor my presence of mind were handy. Flurry was both noun and verb, and flew against the kind of sunny sky that makes you certain a rainbow is near. Like pieces of Styrofoam driven by a wind machine, fluffy, airborne alien visitors landed on my hair and windshield. I watched them carefully for as long as they remained intact, and as they melted into miniature puddles I was reluctant to say goodbye.
Adding to my delight, when I finished working at about 4am (remember, I am Vampire Kelp Woman), I walked into the living room and found my eyes squinting from the surprise of moonlight bouncing off an inch of snow covering everything in view. Were I a more talented photog perhaps I could have captured this magic, but it remains in my memory. And now, in your imagination. The path through Spring winds in unknown directions, green, white, and so much more.
Glenn Buttkus said,
April 20, 2008 @ 2:48 pm
You just have a thing for Snow, Alex. It is a kind of frozen erotica response, often referred to in psychology as FER. You remind me some of the heroine played by Sigourney Weaver in SNOW CAKE, a fine independent Canadian film out a couple years ago, featuring Alan Rickman. The heroine preferred eating snow to having an orgasm. I do not think you have reached that impasse yet, but beware!
This Spring is certainly one for the memory banks, and record books. By the way, take a peek at the next posting on FFTR:
Spring’s Path
You can have absolutely
no idea
where you’re going,
and still be
on a good path.
Or,
as I like to say,
when maps
have failed me,
it is I who has
failed the maps,
and I am walking
or driving around
in squiggles.
“I am not lost.
I just do not know
where I am!”
There is
a significant difference.
Here
on my island
it snowed Friday
and this morning!
A few joyful flurries
late yesterday,
and a solid burst
in the middle of the night.
Heading back
from afternoon errands,
I had wanted to photograph
The thick white flakes
blowing sideways
against the spring green,
but neither my camera
nor my presence of mind
were handy.
Flurry
was both
noun and verb,
and flew against
the kind of sunny sky
that makes you certain
a rainbow is near.
Like pieces of Styrofoam
driven by a wind machine,
fluffy, airborne alien visitors
landed on my hair
and windshield.
I watched them
carefully
for as long
as they remained intact,
and as they melted
into miniature puddles
I was reluctant
to say good-bye.
I tell you,
the path through Spring
winds in unknown
directions;
green, white,
and so much more.
Alex Shapiro April 20, 2008
I have been working hard endeavoring to spruce up the new site. I am finding images that compliment the postings, and I am loving the process.
Glenn
Alex Shapiro said,
April 20, 2008 @ 3:06 pm
I can always count on you for the most creative comments, Glenn! FER??!! I must put that film on my Netflix queue!