Looks like Jack Frost enjoys spending a little of his Christmas break in Los Angeles. After this week's storms drenched the foothills and valley, the clouds parted to reveal Winter: Southern California style. Each year I marvel at the first appearance of snow. Every hazy summer loses the mountains in a veil of smog. But in December, they emerge with holiday icing. Just in time for the solstice.
Here, the blurry, blinding moon, captured by my camera just now -- a long exposure on the ledge of my bathroom window. That velvet sky! Those lacy trees!
Everything reminds me of a poem. Here's the one this image brings:
Moonlight bends over the black silence, Making it bloom to wild-flowers of sound That only green things can hear. A wind sprawls over an orchard, Frightening its silent litany to sound. A thread of star-light has fallen to this tree And curls among its leaves, tangling them to silence. . . . Standing amidst these things, Beloved,We feel the words our hearts cannot form.