Sunday, March 13, 2011
"Fawn" by Waldo Chase
All through the seasons the pine trees stay green, each juicy needle bursting with life. While other trees feign death, their bare branches reach into the cold like skeleton arms, these plants remind us that hope can survive the darkness. Like the fawn that endures the long freeze, while other mammals hibernate and coward birds remove themselves from the ugly situation by flying south, these brave souls tip toe through the lonely snow on thin but steady legs. Beautiful silhouettes move across the snow-covered landscape. This scene reads like creation itself. The first painted forms on a blank canvas they keep all to themselves. The end of winter is the most lean. A time of quiet joy as they hungrily and patiently wait for spring.