It is the association after all
We seek, we would retrace our thoughts to find
The thought of which this landscape is the image,
Then pay the thought and not the landscape homage.
It is as if the tree and waterfall
Had their first roots and source within the mind.
But something plays a trick upon the scene:
A different kind of light, a stranger colour
Flows down on the appropriated view.
Nothing within the mind fits. This is new.
Thought and reflection must begin again
To fit the image and to make it true…Elizabeth Jennings
Winter certainly presents us with a different way of looking at the landscape…for one thing the light is different, colours change, white is bluer, brighter, starker…as the poet says “nothing with in the mind fits” the scene…this is new, and it is new every single year…"thought and reflection must begin again"
Forest, trees, and grasses in winter light…Watercolour on Arches Not Paper…