The light coating process was fun to watch. The slow erasing. But then the wind came and that was beautiful to watch too. Which parts would appear. How they seemed a focus then. These common cracks and meeting places. Now speaking. How the slow uncovering had me looking closely at the way things meet. Touch. Sometimes almost. What tender places.
I was inspired by that.
In this quiet unrolling and undoing that fills my winter here, I have uncovered some pieces that were started while I was considering white. And now I am undoing or should I say REconsidering the white of them. Like a kind of winter that might not be forever.