Undeniably, the thawing has begun. The process is, however, not always gentle.
Here the water seems to have a choice: Remain frozen and still, or rush onward.
Why can’t we do this too, make time run faster or more slowly, as needed?
Ice is a very ephemeral thing:
Whatever we do to it, our traces will soon be gone, releasing what will never return.
What memories will the thawing time release?
And every poem and every picture
a sensation in the eye and heart
Something that jolts you awake
from the rapt sleep of living
in a flash of pure epiphany
where all stands still
in a diamond light
transfixed
revealed
for what it truly is
in all its mystery
So a bird is an animal
flown into a tree
singing inscrutable melodies
As a lover stands transparent
screened against the sun
smiling darkly in the blinding light
Poem #46 from A Far Rockaway Of the Heart, 1997.
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
March 24, 1919 – February 22, 2021
My little series of photos from this winter’s frost is about to come to an end for this year with a visit to Turkey Run State Park.
Crossing the bridge over frozen Sugar Creek offers a dream of wintry serenity.
This changes dramatically when we enter the canyon — the walls seem like murals from the other side.
Is this the entrance to another kind of dream?
And are one imagined eye and nose enough to make me tremble?
But look, the sun is shining, and the thawing has begun.
After leaving Pine Hill Nature Preserve I paid Shades State Park itself a brief tour, descending into Devil’s Punchbowl and from there to Silver Cascades.
The Punch Bowl and the connecting canyon offered some pretty icicles.
My favorite was the frozen heron below. That’s what happens when you wait for too long.
Prospect Point has the best views, both across and down to Sugar Creek.
It will be another month before this will turn green again, but it feels like it will take a decade.
The Pine Hills Nature Preserve at Shades State Park is one of the most beautiful places of Indiana, and in deep winter even the blunt access trail acquires a certain charm.
Trees and rocks in the valley seem to be bending under the snow.
Two people had left a few footprints the days before, otherwise the landscape was as pristine as it gets.
At the backbones I was grateful to see that others had been able to cross…
From the top the trees reveal their structural beauty.
Down at the bottom the look up is mind bending.
The way back follows the creek without further risks.
And yes, there is color, too.
A polystick is a connected finite subgraph of the grid graph, and a tetrastick is a polystick with four edges. There are 25 of them, counting mirror copies.
In other words, these are squiggles you can make with four strokes. They’d make a nice alphabet for people who are addicted to abstraction.
Today we are focussing on six of them, fattened and colored above. They are denoted by the letters H, O, F, +, and the mirrors of H and F. For reasons to become clear later we consider O and + also as mirrors of each other in a certain sense. The goal is to tile rectangles with them, like in the 3×7 and 2×12 rectangles below.
There are many constraints on what tiles one can use, and how many. For instance, an a x b rectangular grid has a(b+1) vertical and (a+1)b horizontal edges, for a total of 2ab+a+b edges. This number is divisible by 4 only if a-b is divisible by 4, so squares are good for tiling, as are the two rectangles above. They both consist of 52 segments and thus require 13 tetrasticks. Below is a different example.
Note that all our 6 letter except for H and its mirror use two horizontal and two vertical segments. As the 3×7 rectangle has 4 more horizontal edges than vertical ones, we need at least four H-tetrasticks (or its mirrors) to tile this rectangle. We can use more, but then only an even number of them. Likewise, we need at least two H-tetrasticks to tile the 2×12 rectangle.
This brings us to today’s puzzle: Tile the 3×7 rectangle with your choice of 13 tetrasticks from our selection of six, and then use the same set to tile the 2×12 rectangle. The examples on this page are attempts that require to flip an H or an F into its mirror (or an O into +). Can you find a perfect solution that doesn’t require flipping a tetrastick over?
More heavy snowfall has transformed the forest floor.
Instead of a mess of leaves and twigs and dirt, we get pristine branches in isolation.
Then their bigger brothers and sisters, the trees. The Romans thought a tree to be feminine while the barbarians in the north considered tree as masculine — what do we really know about them?
Capable of growth …
… and death, like us.
Wahr spricht, wer Schatten spricht.
The ice on the lake shone so brightly that it did not look like ice at all.
Frozen into this block of ice were broad, sword-shaped leaves, thin straws, seeds and detritus from the woods, a brown, straddling ant – all mingled with bubbles that had formed and which appeared clearly as beads when the sun’s rays reached them.
And what was this?
It must be the ice palace.
But this was unexpected, too: she was standing in what looked like a room of tears.
No one is involved deeply enough to be present. A blast of noiseless chaos may cause the air to vibrate in distant bedrooms, but no one wakes up to ask: What is it?
No one knows.
Now the palace, with all its secrets, goes into the water-fall. There is a violent struggle, and then it has gone.
Quotes from The Ice Palace by Tarjej Vesaas, translated by Elizabeth Rokkan.
The permanent process of erosion is best visible in winter when it is suspended. The natural pull of gravity seems powerless against the tight grip of the frost.
Because the trees and rocks had somehow to get there, we can be certain that warmer weather will set things dramatically in motion again.
Today’s pictures were taken all at the same spot, where McCormick Creek bends slightly and the canyon is deepest. All this is a relic from the last ice age.
At the moment it looks like it is in a state of eternal permanence.
We clearly understand little about time.
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