This winter I've been seeing things in a new light. Especially the light that's captured by the smallest of objects, often unseen in our rush to take in the bigger picture.
A patch of ice had formed overnight on the top of a fence beside the awning off the kitchen that shields us from wind, snow, rain and heat as we make our way to the garage and out into the world. Largely unnoticed, it had caught my eye when the sun glimmered through it for only a second and I paused to take a deeper look.
What I found was a miniature landscape, full of mystery and wonder, foreground waves in suspended movement stretching back to distant mountains of light and shadow.
Perhaps this will become a painting one day.
For now, I'm grateful for this little patch of ice and its unplanned treasures. Inspiration and beauty are everywhere; we only need take a moment to see them.