Thoughts on Clear Glass Lake |
Clear Glass Lake Along a narrow path through the avenue of trees there is a clearing where clouds are reflected birds appear to skim the earth and the sun shines from the level of the ground on the surface of Clear Glass Lake. On a winter’s day the skeleton of trees is mirrored in fantastic clarity in the dull grey of their nakedness or the glistening white of hoar frost attire on the surface of Clear Glass Lake. In spring the margins have a double image of reeds and iris and water lily to hide the brooding water hens emerging from the shadow of their mothers’ wings on the surface of Clear Glass Lake. When summer stretches out the daylight hours elegant swans rest in tranquil sleep then lift their slim majestic necks and preen their feathers without a ripple on the surface of Clear Glass Lake. At any time of day or night throughout the year walking down that narrow lane in real time or in dream time my thoughts and memories are buried far in the unfathomable depths of Clear Glass Lake. Genius Loci - The Spirit of the Place In the silence of a Sunday morning when all the village sleeps only the beating of birds’ wings overhead disturbs the stillness of the sombre statues and silhouettes their shadows on the ground. Offended by the remnants of the night before I gently shepherd the litter in the streets guiding it calmly into a quiet corner to lie ashamed and largely out of sight. Emerging like a figure from the darkness or mountains as early morning mist has moved away I watch the centre slowly come to life as solitary figures animate the still life scene by subtle stages. A frail old lady falters with her dog on a morning mission an elder stoops across the Square his bible in his hand avoiding the youth who stumbles home from all night revels while a child enters the paper shop carefully clutching his pennies. As more early morning images emerge into the sunlight and cars distress the tranquil early morning state until the absolute beauty of nature is broken I quietly withdraw to watch and wait. |