2005 Initial Finds
Here are textures and sculptures that winter plays upon a small Catskill Mtn stream. I trudged up the mountain in late January, my recording gear and food hitched behind on a sled. The photographs are only a side hobby to my prime goal of recording forest sounds. By the time I get to the Yurt, my beard is a solid frozen mass. Thermometer says 4 degrees. After cranking the woodstove up. I head for a face washing at the stream and bring back a bucket of cooking water. I've never heard water crackle like that. The bucket was freezing over as I watched. Twelve inches of snow later I went out and took these pictures; a documentary of running water, gurgling bubbles and immobilized splashes. Here and there are seeds or pine needles that belie the impression of b&w, or drips escaping the freeze. It's not too far from looking at clouds, as many associations and images come to mind. Amazing are the myriad forms of ice.