My plan was to avoid snow photos today because there seems to be more than enough of the stuff already! But then a friend's recent email included these thirteen words, a poem called "Like Snow," in Wendell Berry's Leavings: Poems (2011):
Suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly,
leaving nothing out.
Yes! Is that not a different way of seeing the ordinary? And that's what I hope this blog is all about as well.
So I went outside to do some seeing -- after throwing a jacket over my nightgown and putting on my yellow rubber Wellies. The temperature was around 18 degrees...
|early morning light, looking south|
|see wing print, top, on the right|
I had wanted to include this link today to photographer Milton Rogovin, who has died, at age 101. Such stories help me find my way in the photography world. I learn answers to questions I didn't know to ask. This artist I would have loved to meet. Here is the link to a few more of his photos, and Scott Simon did a fine piece about him Saturday on NPR.
And in honor of future word plays on this blog, I can't resist recommending this story about the bird seen inside the reading room of the Library of Congress. It's a hoot! I'm glad someone took photos! The comments section continues the comedy of it all. Thank you, George Ella, for finding this.
That's plenty of bits for today -- words, links, birds -- all falling in a friendly way out of our shared sky.