The pond is a pleasant enough place to be; a splendid thing to have on one’s doorstep. Yet it holds little artistic appeal to me. So I thought I should confront that, and experiment with trying to imply the experience of being at the pond rather than simply seeing it.
Light autumn rain
An autumnal day of fading leaves and gentle drizzle. Enough to keep most people indoors and to subtly dampen the sounds of everyday life, clearing a way for the delicate white noise of tiny raindrops on the surface of the pond. Movement in every part of the air, yet a palpable stillness all around.
Winter showers
A reprise of the rain that shakes the pond’s surface; a little harder this time, a little colder.
