Post by artworkplayer on Jan 16, 2007 12:57:04 GMT -5
It is one of those unbearable mornings after an ice storm, with the sky utterly clear and the sun in full force, and the innumerable nodules of ice that fill the 250 acres of deciduous forest around us still completely intact in the sun's warmth and yet made completely clear by it like water-clear quartz crystal.
You look in one direction and all the trees and shrubs and dry herbs and grasses are so many shapes of unbearably bright white light; you look in the other direction and they are so many shapes of unbearably radiant iridescence, a perpetual quiet explosion of innumerable pure colors in every hue.
If there's ever a time when I can say "I don't believe it" and mean it, this is it--and I say that every time!
You look in one direction and all the trees and shrubs and dry herbs and grasses are so many shapes of unbearably bright white light; you look in the other direction and they are so many shapes of unbearably radiant iridescence, a perpetual quiet explosion of innumerable pure colors in every hue.
If there's ever a time when I can say "I don't believe it" and mean it, this is it--and I say that every time!
