The snows of last week are still clinging to boughs and branches, and make a marvelous landscape crisscrossed with lines of gray-browns and white. I felt as though in another world walking through it.
Looking closely, I found magical balancing acts, with dancing shapes of icy snow on top of small branches.
The crystal snow was like a chorus-line trapeze act, fluttering with light....
....or like some mythical creatures glimpsed only briefly.
Snow also clung to available surfaces, like those of small shelf mushrooms.
Dangling from the ends of evergreens, clear icy crystals, natural baubles for the season.
Another ice decoration clung to a small branch, competing in loveliness with the bright dried berries.
The snow even looked beautiful balanced atop a round of pale blue plastic, maple sugar tubing.
Stepping out of the woods to an open view, I saw the branches of a tree highlighted in white; they seemed to move and flow like the arms of a many-limbed goddess. Whether looking near or far, the act of looking itself, of paying attention to the world of nature, balances my life: gazing outward, not focused on the self; away from the art world, away from the computer, I take a deep breath of beauty.