Quiet fragments of time...split second images that cause one to pause.
To contemplate the beauty found in the ordinary...
A crumbling staircase, a small house bathed in sunlight...
Closer to home... a few objects on a table, reflections in a window

Instances when time and space are suspended.
The noise and confusion of daily life falls away
And ordinary images radiate with an ethereal beauty.

Prelude to Spring
I stop...look and must paint the poetry of the moment before the magic fades.

 

Shoshanna Ahart