for a few days, i found the transformative power of the bleak, white wilderness both beguiling and oddly unsettling, thinking for a moment (as i observed and sketched) that it could stay this way for a long time, that i must re-adjust my vision and any perception of colour, in preparation for the colourless days ahead.. and the dazzling whiteness seemed similar to the glare of a desert landscape, a neverending space, and yet disorientating in its cool erasure of the usual geography, the familiar blurred, and buried...
the snow had swept up into little scarp-like drifts along some of the high ground...
and a back road meandering between the flat fields slept soundly beneath a clinical white blanket of snow, comforting or suffocating...
i made my small mark within the white landscape, creating a path i would not otherwise make..
and then the true greyness of the landscape emerges, sodden and soiled, and ragged at the edges, but marking a clear road ahead...