I’m thinking more and more about winter. Most people do not like winter, or they like it but not the length of it. I am sort of in that boat.
Winters back home are always the greatest. I recall the long walks home from a friend’s house and seeing the glistening snow reflected by the lamp posts. I would pretend it was fairy dust. It was so incredibly pretty. Here where I live now, we get some snow, but it’s not as much and I do not ever see a space with glowing snow drifts. My childhood days are over.
It’s a time to capture the moments that winter presents, despite their shortcomings. There are many plants and things that represent winter that only are allowed to make their meaningful appearance once per year. Chinese lanterns. Holly. Wreaths. And then there are the special events. Autumnal equinox. Thanksgiving. Winter solstice. These celebrations are special. As are all holidays that come around once per year. We can celebrate summer for months, winter for months, but holidays, no. That is what makes them so fleeting.
Lately, more and more I am feeling pulled to paint objects. There is something special about capturing natural things in their habitat. I am excited to do so. Such is the freedom of expression.