Storms. Snow, sleet, and then rain the past week.
I don't love rain on top of beautiful, fluffy snow, but
the visual inspiration was rich.
Early one morning, trees were frosted and a snow sky
suggested that my drive home might not be so pleasant.
I was taken by the muted sky tones and branching lines of dark trees.
As the sky told me it would be,
the drive home from work that day was treacherous.
We were crawling along iced roads.
A few days later, the sun came out and with it a warm that
hinted at spring so off to walk I went.
What exquisite form and color - an oak leaf emerging from
the snow. I loved the arching fullness.
For many years, Pasha and I sat outside in the fading afternoon light - our
"last rays ritual" before he needed to come in before dusk and predator time. I've
found myself outside several times this week, sitting on the stoop, watching the sun
dip behind the trees, missing my dear friend. Today, just as I sat down, a crazy raven called from the forest. I remember once reading that if you go into the forest and
hear some crazy sounds you can't identify, its probably a raven. You will also hear
the dripping, melting snow on the tin roof.