Winter in non-wintery land

In late January I took a stroll in our neighborhood. My camera was with me, and these are shots of things I found in the sky.  

Perhaps unrelated to what the photos express, but I would like to include a neat excerpt from Agamben's The Highest Poverty, whose publication date was May 1. So far, I can say that it's classic Agamben: beautiful prose; though I must add that I am not reading the version in Italian but the English translation by Adam Kotsko. 

"It is decisive, however, that the rule enters in this way into a zone of undecidability with respect to life. A norm that does not refer to single acts and events, but to the entire existence of an individual, to his forma vivendi, is no longer easily recognizable as a law, just as a life that is founded in its totality in the form of a rule is no longer truly life" (26). I don't quite understand what Agamben means by this. Which means that I ought to continue to read the book.

There is something about these photos that moves me to re-imagine the meanings of part and totality. It's interesting how parts can suggest things very different from what their totalities express. No longer trees, these branches become something entirely else, but always remindful of their provenance or whole.