that moment

Sometimes the dog is pulling your arm and you have an art fair in the morning and your son is scooping minnows in the creek, and you’re telling him it’s time to go and then the sunlight comes and hits a big tangle of dead forest undergrowth JUST SO and it all turns into a gestural scribble, a linear sculpture, a study of light & shadow. It’s nothing really. And, yet, it’s full of movement and life and death and struggle and some little bit of grace.

Sometimes all you get is that one moment, that one shot. And then it all keeps moving.

blog071115_branches188/365: sunshine on tangle of dead branches

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make your mark

Fresh snow is like a gigantic blank canvas, perfectly suited to the irresistible human desire to make our mark wherever we go.

I always enjoy discovering other people’s creations, like these undulating lines – so like the flowing current – rolling along the frozen creek bed.

snow markings50/365: lines in the snow