There are so many moving targets right now.
Everything’s in flux.
Everything’s changing, so fast. Blink and you miss it.
The earth can’t decide if it’s holding it’s breath and waiting, or running on ahead in a rush; sometimes both in the same day.
I was out for a long walk a week or so ago, and the familiar landscape of very early spring captivated me as it always does: lines and planes and subtle shifting colours.
Hints of things to come, traces of change, shifts below the surface.
… And just as quickly: all of this river ice, altered completely with a (too short) warm spell, that sudden speeding-up of transformation that erases what was a gradual reinvention, solid to liquid.
There’s still ice in the valley, but it’s been subdued – it’s sun-worn now, rounded edges and dramatic cracks turned to soft grooves in what’s left – despite the renewed chill in the air.
Blink and you miss it. It’s the Prairies, it’s always been that way.
Thanks so much Sharon! There’s an interesting shifting scale that I like – the absence of other scale referents allows for the eye to see the details and patterns in several scales at once, yes, I agree!
I actually feel fortunate (despite the cold and storms we’ve had here on occasion) … the Maritimes are just getting slammed, and have been all winter. Brutal. (Ontario too!) … you’re getting spoiled out there :) … come visit in January!
What stunning photos. They look like they could be from space or from a plane. That wonder of fractals-patterns that repeat on both massive and miniscule scale! love it. Thanks for the poetic reminder of what winter can be like, my coastal experience is so different from that- but my Ontario roots remember.