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winter shapes

January 14, 2010

I’ve become very interested in how the world looks outside my window in the morning.  One of the reasons I liked my apartment so much when I rented it was because of the loud natural light that broke in throughout the day.  Now that winter is here – in Chicago, that means gray, colorless, sunless for days on end – I find myself attracted to the shapes of the season.  Without leaves, tree branches take on a wild, winding form.  Icicles creep down with their cylindrical shape and grooved surface.  Winter may not be a season for color (although, as you’ll see in the first photo below, we are not completely void of color) but it is a season of shapes.  I think you will continue to see more photos that follow this theme of winter shapes.

No. 354: 1/14/2010

People think of history in the long term, but history,
in fact, is a very sudden thing.

-Philip Roth, American Pastoral

No. 355: 1/13/2010

The great tapestries of trees had darkened to ghosts back at
the last edge of twilight.  The early moon had drenched the
arches with pale blue and weaving over the night, in and out
of the gossamer rifts of moon, swept a song, a song with more
than a hint of sadness, infinitely transient, infinitely regretful.

– F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

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