Words or No Words

I was up before sunrise this morning and brewed up a dear little beaker of espresso in the Di Longhi, then lurched in here to write a blog post.

There were one or two recent photos I thought were OK, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what to say about them. The words simply would not come. For someone who spends so much time with her nose in a book and thinking about word origins, the absence is a shocking state of affairs. Perhaps the cold has something to do with it. Has my brain succumbed to the elements and ossified? 

One thing about this winter - the village is growing some fabulous icicles. When sunlight shines through them, they shimmer and dazzle, and they seem to hold the whole universe. One can almost forget what a nippy undertaking it is, the glacial business of trying to capture them with a camera.

Sometimes, the best thing one can do is get out of the way and let the camera do its thing. No need to find words to go with the image - let it speak (or sing) for itself.