I was up at 9000 feet this afternoon with RW, crunching through the first snow of the season. Right after RW snapped this image the wind blew me over.
Of course, I was crawling through the brush oohing and ahhing over the crystalline deposits of snow and ice on the grasses and wild flower stems (RW is a very patient man):
You know I’m going to recreate these minute pools of ice in a jewelry design. Nothing can compare to the perfection of creation but darn it, I’m going to try. I’ve been day dreaming and sketching since seeing these beautiful samples of winter up close. They nearly stopped my heart in my chest.
The best details of the day:
A chipmunk transporting cache across the Mink Creek road — cheeks expanded four times their regular size, tail ramrod straight as it galloped across the pavement.
Wet leaves playing leapfrog on the sidewalk in front of the house.
That first creamy sip of my latte while I sat in a coffee shop this morning answering emails.
Penelope’s wee bottom bouncing through the snow on top of Scout Mountain.
That perfectly beautiful rose that rises up in my cheeks when I’ve been out in the cold and wind.
The heat pouring off my firebox out in the studio. The closer I sit, the cozier things feel. AND the view from my studio window — Kinport Peak has a light dusting of snow. I can’t wait until my view from the bench is positively polar looking.
Autumn feels good on this soul, even if my fingers are cold.
Happy Monday to you all!
Life is so good.
xx