With the winter days, we get a lot of gray skies,
with very little contrast and shadows to define shapes
and brighten color. On many days, I could just as well
have my camera set for black and white and get
much the same results. As I walked through the park
this afternoon, I saw bits of ice on what had been shallow pools
of rain and melting snow. They had the look of leaves
that had fallen from the surrounding oak and maple trees,
ashen ghosts of what had been flaming color.
2 comments:
How beautiful! I don't think I've ever seen icy ghost leaves before. As ever, you make me look harder at the world around me.
Thank you, Dive. You do me great honor. I don't know how the got formed. I did try to examine it, but my simple mind had to make up its own story: I think it has to do with the way the water contracted as it froze, sort of following the lines of the grass and/or leaves underneath. It also reminded me of a larger version of the crackly pattern on frosted windows.
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