Huckleberry Trail, Blacksburg, VA- Jan 2011
The colorless day did nothing to dampen the song of the birds.
Light and color- they stayed in bed today.
I tried to dye a hat yesterday- after 2 hours in the deep plum bath- nothing. I used the left over dye on some white note paper and finally met with success. Quite lovely actually. I wonder to myself about my visual addiction to color and light. On my walk today I could hear the birds. They have gone beyond their chittering in the underbrush; there is no denying- they have begun their singsong calls for love. Tonight my backyard is covered in fresh snow.
