"Wild Grass in Frost"
A mound of trailside grass rimmed in morning frost reveals its roiling dynamic, which I have come to think of as "ordered chaos" - the sort of ardent yet somehow contained and coherent flailing that Jackson Pollock's paint splatters, also, could call miraculously to life.
TITLE - "Wild Grass in Frost"
WHERE - Bert Flinn Park, Port Moody, B.C. (2015)