ice as art – art as ice
Okay, sure, the ice on my window is not trying to make itself into art. It is just ice. But if you can’t see the beauty, the aesthetics, the whimsy, of what appears on these old 120-year-old windows, in the depths of winter than your soul has truly died.
I hate winter as much as anyone else who has to live through Nov-April in Eastern Canada. And this has been a particularly bitter one. I have not seen these temperatures, nor this much snow and ice since the early 1970’s.
We are all bracing for the spring floods that we know are coming. We don’t know who, or where (Truro – for sure) – but we do know it is coming.
But for today – the first Sunday of Daylight Savings Time – and a sunny Sunday at that – we smile knowing that the sun will still be up at 7pm tonight – lifting our souls just a bit – telling us that spring will be here soon…and then summer, again – and that we have survived another Canadian winter.