wild ice

I've been skating on Vermilion and Johnson's Lakes this week. Now the snow is covering the ice it might be time to move on to cross country skiing.

This is my brain on wild ice. Bubbles, only bubbles.

October 23, 2011
Opening to the season. Still fall with skiff of snow today and ice to slip on. Studio taking shape. A longing satisfied. Numerous of them, all in 30 hours. Don't you just love it when a longing is met. The option to turn 180 degrees and never look back is nigh. can I? stay tuned...

I am home from Lardeau. I stayed one week longer than planned to be there when the peonies bloomed. And when they did I couldn't leave for a few more days. I was under the peony spell and smell and, well that says it all.

High time for a few words. March came in like a lion and then rapidly morphed into a lamb. Baaaaa!
i am writing these days, journal entries on a computer. Daily and every other daily sometimes. I am reading too. The Book Thief. Afterimage. Creative Illustration Workshop. And i started a painting yesterday. visual emotion. Charlie, Lily, this home, winter, a leaf, sunshine and snow all part of it. I'll post it one day but for now it is alive. cannot be committed to media. and today was fulfilling. dog walking, reading, xc skiing out Healy, yoga, a nourishing dinner and now this. i'll end it now, short and savoury.

bankhead

musing

I am now ready to enter winter. As if I have any say in it. Cross country skiing is soon to be my favourite sport.

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