There’s a special delight in Prikryl’s concentration on what is outside her window, the changes from season to season, the repetitions, and what is rooted and roots us, if we allow it to do so...It’s both a poetic act, and a necessary one, especially in our fragmented times...It feels almost radical to take the gaze away from the greater calamities of the wider world and from technological tethers, and engage with that which is 'doing its thing'...We are enjoined to remember our own seasonal selves, our own constant, assertive emerging, to be passionately, committedly, here.
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