Winter #31: Er..

6:50am-7:40am, Bussey Hill, Arnold Arboretum, Jamaica Plain, MA
cool, very clear, frosty

...It feels like spring today. Should I have called it Spring 1?

Amazing how good a clear sunny sky feels after yesterday's punishing wetness. Hurray for the little contrasts that make life more beautiful!

An earnest robin competed for the title today, but in the end I award a song sparrow that I spent a long time with, whose endless variety dazzled me. He's a vigorous singer, and I love how whole-bodied his singing is, head rocking back-and-forth, tail bouncing up-and-down to execute these songs. He changed patterns every couple minutes:


My favorite:



On the way home, a mythical mist-ical scene (see background), some conjunction of evaporating frost, fog, and light turned an ordinary grove into a magical place.

My sketch at home was about creating the sonic equivalent of an enchanted, mist-strewn space.