Melt

To take a photograph is to participate in another person's mortality, vulnerability, mutability.
 Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it,
all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.”

Susan Sontaq

I took this image around 3 pm today.  As I walked from my car to the house, I could hear the crinkle of the ground beneath me.  Ice was starting to form between the blades of grass.  In a few moments, the transformation had gone from just a patch to a tapestry that spread through the yard.  As the temperature dropped considerably in a short amount of time.. I watched as the ice made this clover its prisoner.