One night, awhile ago in the depths of February, I needed some fresh air. So I grabbed my camera and my dog and went for a frigid walk at midnight.
We made our way over to the hill where Woody likes to blow off steam every once in a while, and found a little 30′ neighborhood ice rink.
After running and chasing Woody for 15 minutes in the deep snow, my feet were pretty warm. To cool them down, I took off my shoes and walked around on the ice for a bit. It felt amazingly good, too – for the first 2 minutes anyway.
Woody just gave me that “dude, what the…?” look that terriers give their owners from time to time.
So I made some images of my foot and hand prints on the ice, then went home and thawed out.
I Am Not I
I am not I.
I am this one
Walking beside me whom I do not see,
Whom at times I manage to visit,
And at times I forget.
The one who remains silent when I talk,
The one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,
The one who takes a walk when I am indoors,
The one who will remain standing when I die.
-Juan Ramon Jimenez