I cannot cause light;
the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam.
Jeff recently captured this exquisite photograph of ice feathers, which are delicate structures of ice crystals. These ice feathers graced the branches of our neighbor’s dogwood shrub, where steam wafting from a dryer vent met subzero temperatures. When Jeff shared this photo with me, I was reminded of Annie Dillard’s lovely words:
The texture of the world,
its filigree and scrollwork,
means that there is a possibility for beauty here,
a beauty inexhaustible in its complexity,
which opens to my knock . . . .
~Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek