Monday, January 31, 2011


The icicles hanging from neighborhood eaves are brilliant in the morning sun...daggers of shimmering light.

They have a dangerous cast in their pointed brightness and yet, like all bright things, they will melt at some point and produce a nourishing cup of water or a daisy in the middle of the lawn.

How far apart in actuality are danger and delight?

1 comment:

  1. Perfect idea for my next painting! Tanks! I see delight!!!

    Now time to go out in the cold garage to do some sawing on frames for making a form to hold hot wax and sawdust for fire starters. I can do insulation for help with heat loss too. Darn I have no icicles around my place. Dats why I making fire starters instead, doing and dreaming are different tings.