It is now the final week of February. We have made it this far, and if you are still tuning in to the photo blog, you deserve a silent pat on the back. For, several months ago, it was difficult to see the light at the end of the seasonal tunnel. While in some ways this winter was easier than some in recent memory, it was still worse than others. Nevertheless, I suspect that I am not alone in sensing some amount of seasonal change just around the corner. Just several days from now, March will arrive in all its delayed glory. For, while still mostly symbolic of the warmth to come, the name itself signifies an adjusting of not just our wardrobe, but perhaps our bodies as well.
It is relatively easy to become physically habituated to life in one season or the next. In Korean culture, much is made of the seasonal nature of the local ecology and cuisine. And, while such references may seem expected, if not redundant at times, it is important to remember what relief these anticipated changes have made to local inhabitants throughout the centuries. From poets to physicians, this separation from one season to the next requires an adjustment of both mind and body.
The scene above was what awaited me not too long ago. My back had finally given up its quest to be straight and pain-free. Upon entering the clinic I was serendipitously ushered behind a veil of white into the presence of the contraption above. It was a time of adjustment, my seasonal deliverance into what will most assuredly come.
[Image taken using my Nikon FE2 with a 50mm f1.4 lens shooting Kodak Tri-x 400.]
(Photo & Text by Marty Miller)