I remember when I was a child lying cocooned in piles of snow at the bottom of the hill in my parents’ backyard, too tired to hike up and sled down once more. Over my head wiry branches criss crossed, with delicately balanced lines of snow on top. I felt oddly warm.
I remember feeling energized, either from my physical play or the woods itself I couldn’t tell. Though the trees there seemed still and peaceful, every where I turned I felt movement.
I get the same feeling looking at this photograph of the woods near our home. It reminds me of the physics term potential energy*, just waiting to be let out. I imagine this is what it would look like visually unleashed.
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*(energy that is stored within an object, not in motion but capable of becoming active)
