A photographic and artistically stylized tale of truth. It is one morning of my life captured from Valentine's Day 2004, a wonderful "snow day" in Dallas.
Episode I
I glanced upon the snow one day. Having awaked from a winter's nap, the night still pressing down upon the world, desperately holding to that which it could not keep, I bore witness to winter's folly: snow wisping from the darkness. With magic it enticed me out of the warmth of home. I listened intently to its call.
Episode II
I stepped around the foliar and branching carnage which blocked my path, lain before me like so many soldiers on so many battlefields that had come before. Carefully navigating around this obstacle of snow and tree, I was at times uncertain whether I could pass beyond its reach or instead would be introduced to the ground on my way to the bottom of the hill. Eventually, with all thought now stifled by the snow's beckoning call, I made my way around and continued toward the lake.
Episode III
After only a few short steps, I turned and looked again upon the small creek winding through the snow and trees toward the lake, slowly dashing its own essence into the greater existence it sought to join. I regarded the scene intently as though I could permanently mark this time and place in my memory, perhaps seeking to assure these waters that they would not be forgotten after blending with the waters of the lake.
Episode IV
I returned by the same path whence I had traveled to the shores of the lake, following my now obscured trail back to that snow-covered place where my journey commenced. Even now the snow fell heavily again, more heavily than before. I had erred when first I contemplated the snow’s waning grip on reality. It came in heaving waves of cold and frost, first heavy, then light, then heavy again. Each passing oscillation of the snow’s heavenly fall gestured yet again that it was indeed powerful, that its hold on time and space was inarguable, and each time it came stronger and harder. Had the snow not declared its time was limited? This newfound strength surely was not evidence of such.
Episode V
The light of day was fully upon this place now. Its essence filtered through clouds and falling snow, only a shadow of its true strength, fighting its way to my eyes through air marred with the scurrying flakes of ice carried about by wind. Like a fog the snow masked reality from perception as it was carried upon clouds dark and thick and gray, and these clouds, acting in unison with the snow, swathed the presence of life in coverage deep and cold and ever-present. Beholding this new reality breathtakingly excited my senses.
