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When it snows in winter

Indira Ganesan, Almost a Bridge, 2013

Indira Ganesan, Almost a Bridge, 2013

I am as happy as a child waking up to snow-covered landscape as I did this morning. No need to think of work, driving, black ice. Instead, I went out to snap a few photos, of which the one above is the Ansel Adams enhancement.

We had an inch and a half or so of snow, in a year that is different from last year’s mildness. The cold has made it last and I wonder how the horses are faring in the field.

I have begun a new job, with a long commute. For part of the journey I need to drive and be mindful of weather; the other part is where I am passenger, recipient to daydream and reading, the necessary components of composition. As a child, I loved to gaze out the car windows as the Midwestern cornfields swept past, regally bowing. I was not an “I” but part of a symphony of my own imagination. What is transport and season but movement?

2 Comments
  1. lovely, Indira! thank you!

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    January 22, 2013
  2. Andrew #

    Magical. Sometime, please tell us about your commutes as well. You’re in such a beautiful part of the world, and its changing seasons are something to behold, especially on that journey, surely? Share them with your wonderful, sensuous powers of description! A xxx

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    January 24, 2013

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