It feels as though i have the entire forest to myself and it speaks to me in snaps, crow calls and feathery evergreen songs.
Black sticks colonized with frilly botanica colored lichens line the landscape and my breath seems to hang in the air like a frozen sculpture. I stay out as long as the wind chill allows, just long enough to see a slate colored junco take his last seed and fly off over the cabin
Paper Garlands
winter beach
Vera's Feather
The Red Monkey
favorite from my christmas designs
queen of the field
my hat filleth over
A Good Idea
To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.