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| Patch #37 ... sadly the subtle yellow/blue/green color of the over-dyed linen has been totally lost in the process of photographing it |
Walking out a half hour before sunrise, the stars had fled from the sky ... even Venus was fading. But the crescent moon revealed its shadowed side as a mercury glass mirror of Earth's reflected light. And below the moon, a tiny glint ... at last, the planet Mercury. Between them, the orbs described a classic Pythagorean triangle: three lengths from the moon to Mercury, four lengths from the moon to Venus, and five lengths from Venus to Mercury.
The horizon was golden below a sky that rose above it from green to blue to grey ... colors shifting like the sea.
Coming back into the house, I grabbed a pen and scribbled ...
Then, after breakfast, hunted down a yellow linen shirt over-dyed with Aquarelle Saxon Blue extract ...
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and on a scrap of that cloth, I took the finest stitches I could manage to describe my recollection ...
But time and cloth and camera each imposed a degree of separation from what my eyes first perceived. The patch as memory ended up as most memories do: an imperfect reflection of the infinite subtlety that is first-hand experience.
Likewise, as another week passes by, the weather patches are the merest shorthand ...
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for golden days of sunlit dryness broken only by the heavy fog that ushered in February ...
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