It’s Thursday! It’s time to share some doors!
I’m closing one door and opening a new one, so I’m feeling quiet and meditative and all zen and the art of… ending one experience and preparing for a new one.
Mother Nature decided to aid me in this by providing the first snow of the season last weekend.
Snow equals beauty and quiet, making it the perfect thing for me to spend some time unwinding, cleansing my mind of the old, and creating mental space for the new. I went out the day after the storm and ended up at a place that’s what I refer to as my personal Monet haystacks.
You may know that Monet painted the same picture over and over, at different times of the year, different times of day, etc. I’ve visited this farm many times, during every season, at different times of day. I have a collection of photos of it, from different angles, too. It’s preserved county space, the attempt by some counties and townships in eastern Pennsylvania to stop suburban sprawl. You wouldn’t know from this photo, but an off-ramp from I-95 swirls along the western edge of this farm. I manage to eliminate any view of that, to try to provide the illusion of what the farm tries to maintain — openness, vastness, quiet.
Two snowy snapshots that look a lot like (at least) a hundred other photos I have of the same location (well, the same, but different). Two shots — the farmhouse and farm buildings — surrounded by a blanket of snow. Taking the photos, looking at the photos, is meditation for me, just what I need as I transition from something old, now in my past, to a new thing in my future.