There is Something About Standing on Top of a Mountain

Middle son, Brett, is skiing at Mont Tremblant this weekend.

We get to enjoy his travels along with him

thanks to the iphone!

When The Winds Came From the South

The wind said

I'll huff and I'll puff

and I'll blow your tree down

just as if it were a twig

So easily twisted and broken.

Scratching Time and Circles

A Birthday week scratched.

Days fly

Weeks swoosh by

and years zoom by!

On Monday I suddenly remembered

my licence had to be renewed by Tuesday.

So we made tracks down to the nearest motor vehicle office.

For Tuesday I had to fit sixty six candles

into one day's scratchings...that was hard!

On Wednesday I recorded the moon against that purple sky.

Boy, was Thursday windy...

I returned home after a day away

to find the driveway blocked by a fallen beauty.

The wind was from the south

it melted away all our snow.

A circle filled to the brim

Then a circle filled with a cross.

The snow returned.

Perhaps I'll fill more circles.

Do you See?

As we started walking

the 'Moonset' made me smile

It looked like a pair of eyebrows above

one eye open

one eye closed.

(How come we have the word Sunset but not Moonset?)

Polished tidal ice sculptures

I see a duck

perhaps

and a seal shape

seems appropriate

Some creature craning it's neck

watching us go by

A snowboard perhaps

I was just going to write 'violence' beneath this for some reason

then I saw the snake coming in from the top!

Anyhooo

have fun seeing things today.

Walking under Purple Skies

Fascinating...the purple sky

behind a huge setting moon

As the sun's rays slowly came up in the East

the Western sky

changed from purple to pink.

With the grey clouds

it kind of looks a bit like a Fauve painting.

Beneath the moon's dance

these two do everything together

Sometimes one takes the lead

Back on the dike RP Shandy always initiates puppy games.

A lovely walk

 but boy it took me all morning to warm up again back in front of the fire!

Perhaps Some Work is Never Finished.

I always liked this piece

but cheeky son thought it was my weakest piece

So I've been reworking it.

Speckled Suet Lovers

Crowds of starlings

Huddle in the crab apple tree

Awaiting their turn at the suet ball.

They fluff up their feathers in the cold

and patiently wait.

Trouble is the hawks also wait higher in the spruce trees.