I've always been drawn to
the repetition of things.
Ways of illuminating the passage of time.
The
variations of a face, a relationship, a neighborhood..different times of day.
Different weather, and seasons.
I remember coming across Wanda Gag's beautiful
illustrations of the same place,
in all four seasons. Somehow I found it so
soothing, making order, reminding us of the cycles.
Now with a quieter life, with child-raising
pretty much done,
I find great succor in the cycles.
I find myself struck by
the intricate changes in one place-
in a forest,
or by a field.
Same place,
different circumstance.
I begin to get to know the terrain.