Gary can always manage to capture the beauty of something as everyday, and yet so complex, as frost on the window. As beautiful as it is, it looks out of place to me right now, but then I feel out of place right now. Winters in WI are long, and I've always broken them up by certain events-Christmas, Gary's birthday, Jeremy's birthday,
(and yes, Vicki, your's too:). Simple things like turning the pages on the calendar, watching it snow and seeing the flurry of birds at the feeder. But this year, I lost a lot of those days, and it seems like I lost winter right along with it. There's plenty of winter left, so I'm hoping to see each & everyday of the rest of it from my home. See, I didn't just take a blogging break, I got sick-really sick. There's not much memory of most of December, and then I spent the last 10 days of the month in the hospital with 6 of those days in ICU on a ventilator. Then I got to take another surprise weekend visit there about 10 days ago. Is that it? Who knows! Last week end I had an injection and was supposed to stay planted at home for a couple of days with an ice pack. I did-but we did take a quick ride to the beach, I had to see it, see something real & familiar. Just looking at it now makes it hard to believe that where all those tumbled ice chunks are now, is really hot sand in the summer. Close your eyes and think about it, I'll bet you can almost feel the hot sand between your toes. If you can't, try harder:) While on the ventilator, there were, nights that I wasn't quite knocked out, and spent hours staring at the ceiling, trying to burn the memory of the shadows and shapes I saw into my brain, then I'd choose a color and try to imagine how it would sound and feel. That's not as goofy as it sounds, there's a couple of gals out here, Watercolor Harps, who create music "to escape into their impressions of the color palette with their 'watercolor' sounds - audible imagery - to match your mood or create a new one." We've been fortunate enough to attend their first cd release party at The Flying Piga couple of years ago. I'll be honest, I'm not entirely sure I got it at the time, but I so craved color, music, beauty all those nights, that I think I got it. Sometimes it takes me awhile----. We're starting to get our ideas together, and rather than dwell on all this negative health stuff, we're both (yay for Gary) will be creating art, new toys are here, designs being worked out, and we need a studio space now-after we get this addition done. But there are still bright spots like this that just make you smile. I'll try to post more often, and I'm looking forward to seeing what the rest of the world has been up to.