Dear Friends,
Equinox: from the Latin, "Equal
night". The sun shines directly on the
equator. 12 hours. All over the world,
day and night, dark & light are equal.
As a photographer who loves black & white, this fascinates me. What happens to our mid-tones?
Vernal Equinox. Today, at
Mexico's Chichen Itza, The Snake of Sunlight climbs the pyramid steps. Kundalini energy. Rebirth. New beginnings. Spring.
I've spent this winter in extremes;
freezing in New York's record cold, then burning under the Central American sun
as I approached the Equator; nothing prepares you for equatorial sun. Home again, I await
the blossoming of my beloved pear oaks. Balance. A still
point in the mid-tones; a calm center from which to start all over, begin
again…
Leaf-flutter
accompanies
the new season's smell --
cattle's pungent body odor,
the scent warm stone gives off,
damp earth's tang.
A difference in light summons
memory, slow warmth,
the sharp edge
of an unnamed longing, the ache
of some forgotten obligation
remembered.
The work of a gradual transformation
quickens, slides through cracks in
this enclosure,
or enters openly by window and by
door; even Conchobor,
a king can't lock out
this intruder Spring; ubiquitous,
its subversive changes
takeover
From: IN THE BECOMING,
copyright, Margaret McCarthy
©photograph & text copyright Margaret McCarthy 2014