Reflected glory
How clear a picture do we present? Winter is on the run. I can’t say I’m sorry to see it leave. And it never exits easily, like an overlong house guest who lingers at the door to tell just one more tedious story. Or three. But I can excuse its slow retreat when it leaves an abundance of pools of reflective water -- and when the melting ice frames and fractures those likenesses, reducing them to intricate glimpses. Random mirror images fascinate me. They display a type of once-removed reality. The object in the reflection seems tangible and solid, but it’s only a facsimile. Imagine if we only had such copies of nature to study. We’d still discern information. We’d get the big picture, but not the details. Like this tree. I love how we view the tree in the reflection, but within the dark tone of the trunk and branches we also see the stones embedded in the concrete under the puddle of water. It reminds us that we are seeing a reproduction. This nudges my thoughts toward to ...
