I've been drawing & sketching iced tree formations.
They might be "successful" sketches on some level
but I left them to return to some images that were friendlier for me.
My Cozy Zone. Light, warmth, people.
I've been noticing what attracts me to study an image enough to want to draw it.
I've been thinking about different mediums.
These lines, forms, lights, reflections, changing by the day & by the minute,
seem to be a photographer's paradise.
The chaotic variety overwhelms me &
I'm not sure I have the experience or ability level to capture what I see or feel here by drawing.
There is phenomenal beauty in this ice,
but it has powers to destroy comfort & survival.
And the poor trees who are bowed over or broken.
Simultaneously beautiful & ominous, the ice dominates the views outside my windows.
Last night it snowed, & it is sunny today, so different from yesterday.
Tomorrow will again be different as will, perhaps, my internal responses.