I am a child of winter. It’s in my bones, under my skin and flooding my mind. The cold air stings my cheeks, bites my nose and numbs my fingers and toes, but it is a part of me. The cold is bitter, and I complain, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. When the storm kicks in, with falling snow and howling winds, I feel alive! Finding motivation to wake up early and get out skiing is the easiest thing in the world 🌿 I live to be in the winter mountains, sliding on snow and slashing turns. When the storm delivers, and you will find me out there, chasing my dreams 🌿
“Porcelain” • PanPastel & pastel pencils on Pastelmat Anthracite cardboard 30x40 • Inspired by an amazing photo by Ekaterina Belinskaya @avine_ 💔
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KANGA & ROO "Drink up your milk first, dear, and talk afterwards." So Roo, who was drinking his milk, tried to say that he could do both at once . . . and had to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time afterwards.
🧡🧡 26 x 25 mm watercolor miniature.
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lessons learned listening
These trees that line the seawall are my favourite. I love all the lessons that they have to offer: reminding us that there is beauty in change and letting go, and learning that growth is constant but requires patience.
daylight fading time
Daylight savings ended this Sunday and this is the first year since our long distance relationship that PJ and I are finally in the same time zone. We celebrated by going for a hike. Even though we had changed our clocks, we still got tricked by the time change. We arrived at the top of the cliffs with 10 minutes of daylight left, rather than what we thought was an hour.
The light disappeared quickly, so we followed the sound of the murmuring stream back through the dark, quiet forest. It began to rain, and we stopped to close our eyes and feel the raindrops on our faces. There's something special about being in the rain, in the forest, at night. The rain sounds louder, the smell is sweeter, and the feeling is so refreshing. I guess we were on time after all.
gold leaf trails to golden hour
Walked through a forest of changing maples. Looking up, we saw their gigantic golden leaves suspended mid-fall on surrounding branches, as if they were frozen in time. We stopped to watch a couple of them fall from the tops of the trees, performing twirls and somersaults before gently resting on the ground.
Found a new spot to watch the sunset- some rocks that were right up close to the crashing waves. There, we watched the setting sun paint the scenery in shades of autumn.