Our garden, like so much of the United States, still rests under a deep cover of snow. Familiar outlines erased, the garden, and everything in it, stands transformed.
Buried or frosted, nothing remains quite the same as we normally see it.
Snow plays with the light; shows us common things in relief against its whiteness. We are invited to consciously see objects we might otherwise not even notice, because they are such a familiar part of the landscape.
So we continue our experiment in “conscious seeing;” we look at those things which we might otherwise overlook. We allow the camera to show us what our own eyes might not register, and we reflect on the fleeting beauty which surrounds us.
Photos by Woodland Gnome 2014
“To learn to see- to accustom the eye to calmness, to patience, and to allow things to come up to it; to defer judgment, and to acquire the habit of approaching and grasping an individual case from all sides. This is the first preparatory schooling of intellectuality. One must not respond immediately to a stimulus; one must acquire a command of the obstructing and isolating instincts.”