Frozen Impermanence
Photography is an effort to freeze time, to flout that most immutable rule we are governed by: Impermanence.
By freezing spring flowers, I am futilely attempting to dilate time, to hold on to each fleeting ephemeral form and linger over the iced grace that is already beginning to thaw, just now.
Iced poppies, dusted gold powder, dimpled glass, unfolded laundry, spinning vinyl, 1 AM bliss.
iced jasmine, gold leaf, textured glass, wonder.
Iced jasmine on blue silk
Roadside weeds dusted in gold
Magnolia, iced gold, boiling water, mulberry paper, cat hair.
Spring berries in iced malachite through wavy glass
There is not so much food in my freezer-museum as there are tiny icy canvases filled with frozen Spring. Beauty is another kind of food.
I put the roses she gave me on ice, while we, like Saturday night, melted away.
Wisteria ampersand & an ice moon
Iced gold leaf powder, pollen, sneezes, gratitude.