Well, I said I loved snow...
and we got it!
out back through the vestibule door window
through the stair landing window towards the ash tree
out the bedroom window
Opening the front door in the afternoon shows the lavender reflection off the front door.
Later that night, the drift is a bit higher
and that lump on the hanging door mat is taking on a definite curve.
looking down the ramp, the streetlights cast some cool shadows
The Chinese Chimes snow dipped
the snow still falling
The flash makes the snowflakes look like bubbles
In the late night kitchen I got a blurry but sweet shot of Babu happy to have me return.
As I sat down I made clucking noises to get Babu's attention who still had one ear on the front door,
wondering what was going on out there.
He still avoided looking at me though my lip popping and clucking distracted him
finally, the nose knows
and he deigned to look at me, sweet little boy (though one ear was still on the door)
The next morning the kitchen window was not so snow covered
(coloured glass "friendship balls" by Muskoka artist Simon Bisley)
(the larger plastic ball has a light in it which we forget to click on; I like it's moonlike quality)
The neighbour's car is almost completely swathed in snow
as is his back yard
Wally carved a path out from the garage and was long gone to work when I arose.
The wreath on the front door is barely recognizable;
and the curve on the hump of snow on the hanging door mat is more articulated.
The Christmas lights around the front door are unrecognizable lumps
There's a lone crow in the ash tree. Where is his family?
They usually stay in family groups.
I worry for the wild creatures who must survive this difficult time.
Muji wonders what I'm up to as he follows me about the house.
The hydrangeas are up to their necks, the garden bench is completely covered, somewhere to the left of that round bush.
Muji waits by the hand weights.
The wedge of snow on the roof of the walk out basement is impressive.
I did a little watercolour experiment in the afternoon and brushed on some red dye ink that blobbed out ...
as I practised with my new Mermaid Markers.
The dye inks are not lightfast, but their brilliance makes them a juicy material for personal use,
and of course, reproduction.
Also shown is the Inkredible fountain pen which I used for outline here, a water soluble fountain pen ink which must be considered when adding water media.
Both products are from the irrepressible Jane Davenport, an Australian art journaling guru
who is promoting her new line of products at Michaels, an art and craft supply store in the United States and Canada.
I pass Muji on the staircase as I return to the computer to prepare these pictures for you.
He looks so baffled today. Maybe it's the S N O W ! ! !
I leave you with two quotes that speak of self love, the conduit from which love is derived:
“Remember always that you not only have the right to be an individual,
you have an obligation to be one.” Eleanor Roosevelt
“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out,
but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.” Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
Happy Valentine's Day my dear readers