Spring is here! Late at night when I come home, the peepers are singing their chirping trills in the swamps. In the morning, the bright daffodils by the door show off their sparkling petals. The sun shines, but only sometimes. This is, after all, March in New England. Too much sun would make everybody depressed and grumpy for losing their winter tans.
The photograph was taken just after dusk at Shad Factory Pond. There was ice on the water, but it had melted heavily.
Sometimes, I’m sitting at my computer and I can’t stand to sit still. My violin is perched invitingly between my monitor and the television, and with a quick reach I’m holding it. Ohhhhh that lovely sound, those shifting chords. It vibrates in my hands as I pull the bow across aging strings. I catch the notes, and they resonate, chasing sweet tones through my head as I bend note after note, following the melody. Following up, down, louder, louder, and suddenly slow as the chills excite my fingers. I love this.
