Geology of Cold

I'm going old school on you. Black and whites, taken this morning.

First thing I do, each day, is to check the stock tank. Today I studied the ice for long time. Frost crystals, pressure cracks, fault lines and fissures. A geology of cold. Then I break it so the cows can drink. Turned the hydrant on to a trickle. It will run all day.

Cold cold air, the sky streaked with jet contrails. Like the cracks in the ice. If you mix equal parts of sub-zero air and jet fuel exhaust you get long white arrows that hang in the sky, pointing to big cities. The lines drawn thin and tight. Sharp. Then they soften and spread, like water absorbing into cloth. By 10:30 in the morning they have burned off, and the map that was floating over my head is blank. Erased.

A new definition for rural: The places you fly over when you are going somewhere.

Comments

[John Cross]

seems there is beauty everywhere, you just have to look

[Ned]

Somedays, like yesterday, that becomes the game and the challenge - to try and find some beauty. Black and white sometimes does wonders for exposing underlying structure....

[Ned]

Jim, at some point in Seattle you said you wanted to see more images. These are for you. I'll try to keep it up and post more.

[Jim]

Thanks Ned - they're wonderful. I have to say, I think going rural is going somewhere we all need to go to more often - thanks for taking us (dark, wet and cold in Seattle)