{"id":2349,"date":"2025-12-14T17:37:37","date_gmt":"2025-12-14T22:37:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/?p=2349"},"modified":"2025-12-14T17:37:37","modified_gmt":"2025-12-14T22:37:37","slug":"14-decembrance-2025","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/2025\/12\/14\/14-decembrance-2025\/","title":{"rendered":"#14 decembrance 2025"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

To enjoy these cold December days I cultivate the mind of winter. I put on my layers for short dog walks. The loops are quicker, around the property and across the dam with the wind to my back. I walk, paying attention to the details. There are patches of snow on the pond ice. Seven swans fly overhead. I tuck my head into my hood while making mental lists of the trees, noticing the grasses dusted with snow. In the insistent breeze a few leaves skitter across the ice. The studio feels warm compared with the outside temperature, but it is only in the 50s so my hat and vest stay on while I work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Moon Vase with Purple Millet<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

The Snow Man<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014Wallace Stevens, Poetry Magazine<\/em>, 1921<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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