Winter scenes around South Bass Island place a re-set on one’s context of experience. The roads exist sans traffic, golf carts hibernate, business venues have shuttered, seascapes seesaw between shifting floes and ice shoves, tree branches create stark puzzle lines where lush green once filled space. This is good; this is as it should be. The re-framing of our daily experience is what keeps life dynamic, it catalogs bygone hours, and it reminds us there is tomorrow.
