intimacy, Musing, snow

New-Fallen Snow

This is not the first April morning I have awoken to see snow on the ground, and I don’t expect it to be the last. As tempting as the idea of ‘move where it never snows’ is, the reality is that I’m a Northern girl with ice crystals in my blood, and the tradeoff of… Read More New-Fallen Snow

Art, snow, snow storm

Watercolored Snow

I’m still much more comfortable painting on skin, but I’m pleased with how this one came out. For one thing, I had an image in my head, and I got really darn close to reproducing it on paper. Which is strangely fulfilling. For another, this is an upwelling of missing my walks in the woods,… Read More Watercolored Snow