bark2
On the change from Winter to Spring, I am thinking about texture and the haptic experience of architecture.
water2
How very important that sense of touch can linger in the memory of a place. I can't really remember anything about the first house in Kentucky my parents rented when I was 3 years old other than the pine staircase - rough at the tread noses, slick at the side edges, smelling of oil soap. I have no idea what it looked like.
The two photos above, one of tree bark, one of water, have a similar visual texture, but their real surfaces couldn't be more different on the hand. The eye has only one kind of truth, often fleeting and unreliable.
photos by Mark Gerwing