A soft sifted snow fell overnight, each flake falling tethered to an invisible line, lowered from heaven, not falling, really--lowered into place, just so, predestined, piling up white against every dark angle.
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Stunning. Makes me think of Hiroshige because it evokes for me sharp strokes of black ink, while the sharp angles recall intimations of Mondrian.
However, these cliche'd associations are mine alone. The living moment above was beautifully transmuted & communicated by you. Thanks.
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Stunning. Makes me think of Hiroshige because it evokes for me sharp strokes of black ink, while the sharp angles recall intimations of Mondrian.
However, these cliche'd associations are mine alone. The living moment above was beautifully transmuted & communicated by you. Thanks.
Posted by: Melinda | January 23, 2005 4:42 PM
Pure gorgeous.
Posted by: Amy | January 23, 2005 5:56 PM