Something Beautiful is a self-imposed initiative to find a visual feast for each day of the year.
Year 2. As I begin a second year exploring beauty everyday, I have found myself obsessed with light. Little wonder. Cincinnati is known for its grey winters—short on bright and blue skies. But Cinci has no lock on human need for light and the seasonal deficit much of the world experiences as the earth cycles with the sun. Of course, many religious philosophies celebrate enlightment metaphorically during the winter season. Though I am the first to embrace the metaphor — in winter, I celebrate light mostly for that alone.
I literally feel the stealing of light from my winter months. My circadian rhythms are not to be dallied with. My energy plummets and that deficit creeps into my psychic crevices. I share as a small explanation for my fixation with all that is connected to light.
Today the weather has become the companion of my thirst for light. The temperature will drop again in another curtsy of this winter’s irratic dance. Therefore, I contemplate ice. Not initially a positive thought path. Instead a reminder of the small fortune I have invested in the Morton Salt Company and the pre-Christmas shoulder injury following my “agony of defeat” fall on black ice while deicing the car windows.
Yes. I leave these bleak images behind for the beautiful mistake of nature captured after a recent storm by Ron Daniel of Fort Wayne, Indiana. The glassy casing capturing the last berries of fall and the light we lose at the beginning and end of our short winter days.
Photo by Ron Daniel.