-a touch of steel
at first glance, horizon to horizon: clear and cold, rimmed by stark outlines of trees.
Through the window panes these white skies are empty but for a certain light depression.
(this must have powered janis ian, the Cure, Thoreau...
Outside these skies are thick, rich; full of geese, their formations breaking up as they circle down, selecting your fields and the gift
of spilled, uncollected grain.
Sounds fill these skies; the locals chirping, kawing, calling, excited by the ripple of fresh water --somehow not frozen on this frozen day--miraculous and warm in the perfect circle of dogbowl green.
Outside the skies are deep like the ocean and full of possibilities and change.
Down the road on the eagle tree, a pair of Balds sit and watch ten thousand perfect white geese.
|kansas winter skyline mary todd|
|the eagle tree at sunrise by mary todd|
|gentle bald eagle on the eagle tree mtodd|
the entire album
disintegration by the cure
|Mouse Haven in Winter Mary Todd|
|Bluebirds in winter mary todd|