Waiting warmth

I should call this blip "wabi-sabi", the quintessential Japanese aesthetic. It is a beauty of things imperfect, impermanent and incomplete.

My view of the world today was mostly through the windows of our home. This is at once a picture of a load of firewood ready for the wood stove beside me and a capture of something more elusive, the shapes of split wood stacked randomly, rough hewn, full of the story of their one-time existence as trees growing around the house, the labour that it took to fell, saw into blocks and split and now their immanent purpose as fuel to heat the house. Just as warming will be the warm cosy glow that will be cast as they burn. A study in things impermanent.