Ice has memory.
Every moment of its long creation.
That memory interacts with the present.
Blue Sky in the Ice
Is thought any different?
Is art any different?
Is beauty?
Sleep is a time of regeneration and re-energizing. Might ice be showing us a process that is no different?
Well, OK, maybe a little different.
Maybe it’s called waking.
That Sky Again!
Forget digital memory. This is the real thing.
