Michigan Ice Storm 2025 – Winter Choir

A single waxwing considers the world from a throne of ice. Each twig is sleeved in translucent glass, each berry preserved like a small jewel. The air is bright and clean, the light skimming frozen contours until the scene feels part sculpture, part song. Against this crystalline lattice, the bird’s satin crest and warm breast become the image’s heartbeat—an ember held steady in the hush.

What first appears delicate reveals quiet endurance. Fruit entombed in frost, feathers pressed smooth to the wind, geometry softened by glow: together they compose a meditative harmony where time seems to slow. This piece invites close looking—the shimmer of ice, the poised claw, the suggestion of another figure beyond—and rewards it with a sense of poise, clarity, and grace that lingers long after the gaze moves on.