You round a soft curve and see out the window more miles of vanilla-frosted branches. The snow-muffled ï¿½clack-clackï¿½ of wheels along the track distracts your ears as your nose focuses on the sweet chocolate steam rising from the mug thatï¿½s still so hot you have to daintily hold the handle rather than folding both hands around it. Youï¿½re on the Polar Express. Youï¿½re an 1800s railroad baronï¿½
No, itï¿½s summer and youï¿½re in a conference room helping judge the Kentucky Living photo contest. You listen to the expert judges giving you reasons the picture that just sent you on a vacation through time and space isnï¿½t quite as good as those over there.
Art takes you to places no car can and words canï¿½t describe. It goes where no one can follow. You may be one of only half a dozen people in the world who like that picture, book, quilt, or carving.
Thatï¿½s what I concluded after the fun and frustration of watching the judging of the 2006 photo contest. Art is personal. One personï¿½s prizewinner is anotherï¿½s recycling.
So thatï¿½s the significance of the photo run with this columnï¿½itï¿½s my personal winner.
Cathy Rose of Whitley City, in the service territory of South Kentucky Rural Electric Cooperative, took this picture in Flat Rock last February. The judges said, ï¿½Nearly a monochrome image with just a splash of color. Nice composition.ï¿½
But it didnï¿½t win. Just like thousands of other entries that could have won, but didnï¿½t quite. You can see what the judges chose as winners in this issue.
So congratulations to Ms. Rose, and to everyone else who sent in photos for the contest. And thanks to all of you for photos that create magic so powerful they make it snow in July.