Dan’s Blog
Winter’s Fragile Light
A dedication to Sneedo
Winter’s Fragile Light
A cool breath lifts across the frozen reeds,
their tips still glowing with the ghost of summer.
Shadows stretch long, refusing to let go,
while the river mirrors the sky’s bright pulse—
a fire of salmon and violet awakening the land.
Tundra, After Midnight
TUNDRA, AFTER MIDNIGHT
Alaska, zero moon. The tundra holds its breath.
Snow drift, sifted static over parallel plains.
Wind says nothing, then something, then nothing again.
Coldness, darkness, winter night, the wind’s zen.
Progression of a Sketch
Quick, end of the day gestural sketch of winter in the park - I started with a color palette in mind that, “just came to me,” and remembrances of old New Yorker Magazine covers - lovely way to end the day…
