Thursday, October 21, 2010
The pond at Deering Oaks is edged with autumn debris these days. Walking around the entire edging, the other morning, brought me up close and personal with many ducks, a wonderful fountain and lots of scattered leaves. This morning, this image reminds me of skating here many moons ago and stopping to search out oak leaves entombed in the frozen ice. Don't ask me why I looked for them, or even why I was so intrigued by their sight. Frozen, close to the surface, it was like they were held in some microscopic, suspended world, that I could examine so easily. Strange, what triggers the old memory bank.