Rhythm

The assignment for Week 2 of Picture Inspiration was Finding a Little Rhythm.

I have learned recently that I am a literal thinker. And that makes assignments like this both challenging and fun for me. To me, rhythm is a pattern in sound, and translating that visually was difficult. It was interesting asking other people what they thought vision looked like, because apparently rhythm is not so difficult for others to see. My Mom sees rhythm everywhere.

I ended up going with three different interpretations. Since this is a weekly class, I feel entitled to three entrees.




On the left is the obvious literal translation. E was born with an innate sense of rhythm, and she expresses it beautifully through her saxophone. I also love how her practicing brings some rhythm to our lives.

On the right are geese flying north. I tried to write a haiku about this photo, but failed. Instead I have some random words that I think express the rhythms I see here:
seasons change
shapes form
wings beat
honk honk

And finally, this week's ice storm created rhythmical patterns everywhere, and today when the icicles began to fall, it created a sort of music. It was lovely but a little scary (imagine jagged ice daggers, much larger than this, falling on one's head). I loved these tiny icicles hanging off strings (meant for training vines) outside the local Mexican restaurant: