It snowed again last night. We spent an hour clearing off the driveway, walkway and path to my studio…again. I do love winter, just not in March, but this is our fate this year. Like it or lump it.
So I shall travel back in my mind to other snowy climes, specifically Yellowstone. And in true March form, I search for color to combat the white/grey/brown and black that pervades my visual sense at this time of year. Funny, in order to do that we have to travel to another geothermal place, this time one that is located right on the edge of Yellowstone Lake.
The heat and minerals that come up from deep below the surface of the earth can be deadly but beautiful. The colors are beautiful, especially in winter against a backdrop of white snow. Flies buzz just on the surface of the springs…any further away from the heat source and they die in the cold air. The expanse of the frozen lake is beautiful, the springs falling down the rocks are eerie. It is startlingly quiet except for the murmurs of conversations and the mud pot that makes sounds like a washing machine.