Tonight, looking at the
lights reflecting off the pond while I waited for our dog, Terra, to
wet: The lights on poles in the parking lot of the Lofts condominium across the
pond and the lights in the house windows further along the shore, when viewed
directly have a harsh mechanical effect evoking parking lots, asphalt, and
window treatments. But reflected in the water, softened by the water's motion
and refraction and shorn of the objects they are lighting, they become scenic:
natural phenomenon converting the ungraceful to the beautiful. The truth but
told slant?
