Designer Dusting

Transitional coastal marshes are a wonderful metaphor depicting the paradoxes of change. Some things of man in the foreground space are temporary, decaying, and collapsing back into the shallows where they will ultimately be forgotten; another eddie in the middle-ground holds a family of ducks serenely oblivious to the outside and just enjoying the moment; the third liminal turn in the creek holds intentional hunters, waiting in the duck blind, decoys deployed. This is the edge where change happens-- it is full of opportunity, it is happy & risky, and… a little sad, all at the same time, and then suddenly, everything is buffered by a “designer”-like dusting of snow that outlines the contours of the spaces.