There is no better designer than nature -Alexander McQueen
Today as I walked to work, the city was draped in crystal. Ice rain had fallen overnight and transformed winter’s bare branches into chandeliers above the beds of snow. Berries clumped together, shiny and viscous as if they were glistening with sugar during jam-making. Signposts fringed and tasseled. The temptation to run a stick along the icicles like the keys of a xylophone. Trees bearing their own little handbells. I imagined I heard their tinkling above the roar of the garbage truck. Whistling among the twigs. The wind blowing through the delicate little glass tubes as if they were flutes.
No, there was just the roar of the garbage truck. But the sight was uplifting enough. Spontaneous pieces of art modelled during the night while we slept, already melting, gone by the time I was returning home this evening,
Created so nonchalantly by nature, reminding me of the equally delicate but highly engineered sculptural creations of Dutch designer, Tord Boontje.
Walk this way…
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