ambiguous ambivalence

Mid-week of the last week of the third month.  March is such an ambiguous month, neither winter nor spring, always tipping on the edge.  How often I have felt that way myself, excited about Spring, wistful for the loss of Winter. But there it is, that's life, always moving forward even if it appears to be waffling in ambivalence.

a little more colour each day

 

We went to the library in Wolfville but it's closed on Mondays....sniff

 

Turn around in the library parking lot and this fabulous little house faces you.

 

one of the great old houses of Wolfville....note the maple lined drive to the carriage house....sigh

 

It rained all night last night, but what do we wake up to?

 

This!

 

 

experimenting with monotype

 

Butterfly Baby monotype

 

Flower Halo monotype

 

Nature Monk monotype

 

peace