Despite a day or two of cold and a recent dusting, this has been a decidedly warm and un-white winter. And spring is coming quickly; already I’ve heard the territorial whirr of a red-winged blackbird, and violets and celandines are sprouting beneath last year’s crispy leaves. It’s likely, then, that this winter will remain the winter that really wasn’t. I could mourn this (and, honestly, I do), but I can also make do with what the river and woods will give me: a rainbow done in shades of brown.
Recently, in the heart of the “island,” I made what has become one of my favorite discoveries: a fallen tree, debarked, drilled upon, and worn away by weather, animals, and fungus. It is like a massive canvas, revealing masterpieces frame by frame.
They are mostly Impressionist pieces, I think, or perhaps Expressionist. I can see Van Gogh’s “The Starry Night” or Edvard Munch’s “The Scream,” to name two more famous works. Another fallen trunk I found assumed an altogether different color and texture, slightly more Cubist, perhaps, a tree trunk reassembled:
Then, we can move on to something equally textured and also, thanks to the mud left by recent rains, brown. Also decidedly Modern. Our trash:
“Self Portrait with Plastic Bottle”
6 thoughts on “A Brown Study”
Yes, winter seems to be disappearing. Still, the world, as you so note, is filled with beauty. Still, sad.
I do really miss it.
You captured that bark really well.
Thank you for a new perspective. I love the stories inscribed on the natural landscape.
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Whoa! You are far more organized than me. Half my earrings attached to my earring holder but evhtryeing else is scattered. It’s cool that you can keep everything in such cute boxes too