December 10, 2012

Of Ice and Frozen Leaves

The long white season has its own wisdoms, tales to tell and truths to reveal.  It writes its own words and music and sings them, its voice rising and falling across snowbound hills, fields and a thousand and one places deemed too desolate for attention, but wonderfully alive in their frozen shapes and textures nevertheless.

Sometimes, the best thing one can do is just be silent and let the images speak (or sing) for themselves - turn the wild cantadora loose to do her own thing  and not give in to the urge to describe everything in front of one's eyes.

Nature has a voice infinitely more tuneful and eloquent than this old woman with her camera and notebook, and she, (Nature that is) knows best how to work with this artful ice, these frozen leaves.

3 comments:

Mystic Meandering said...

Beautiful... "The best thing one can do is to be silent and let the images speak for themselves - not give in to the urge to describe everything." Oh dear - such a good reminder for me, who tends to be wordy about everything! :) Your photos remind me of John Daido Loori's work, and I believe he said there is a difference between looking and really seeing, which I sense you saying here too. To just be still and really *see*/hear Nature speak... Your photos today help me to focus on what *they* are saying, and to really *see*...

kerrdelune said...

... have always loved Daido's work, and I still miss him.

Kiki said...

your quote:
Sometimes, the best thing one can do is just be silent and let the images speak (or sing) for themselves - turn the wild cantadora loose to do her own thing and not give in to the urge to describe everything in front of one's eyes.

mirrors pretty exactly a part of my Christmas letter - only I speak of my heart but the message is the same - I let the heart's messages speak and try (!) to keep silent/quiet...
A most wonderful post and delicate pictures that speak by themselves!!