Re: Tapestry
I drove to work after the first storm of winter this morning. I was thinking about this thread, and how fallen snow lays itself down in patterns reflecting the landscape, wind, sun, and character of the particular snow.
When I parked my car, I saw a small maple had snow plastered along its eastern side, towards the mountain.
The stark white on grey bark had accumulated, layer by layer, up and down the tree's form. The accretions reproduced over the course of a night a topographic caricature of its backdrop, one with graceful, fluted, sweeping curves where the wind apparently had sheared off snow.
This stuff is all around, in the mundane everyday. So many times, I don't see it. And I'm not certain why, when I do, I find it moving.
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