It’s been a while since I photographed my plaster figures. They seem to be miffed at each other. Snow traces delicate spirals through my fields of vision. It doesn’t seem noncommittal so much as full of import – as if there is something in their downward spiral to be decoded if only I knew how.
Finn and I had a long walk before it started. Now he has his bone and I have my laptop and we both have the fire.
A very nice first Monday.
what a perfect description of a fine winter day
Ah, yes a good 1st Monday was had by all, well by two! And yes, they do look miffed. Love the fireplace tiles.
I like the warm grays of the feuding figures against the colder grays of the houses and sky. Very wintery.
A good snowday. How tall are those cool plaster figures? Every time I see them I wonder….xo
Ha! Found on the curb. Formerly with painted features. They are about a foot tall. Maybe 10 inches.
Hoi Dee, reading an hour here pleases me so much. Beauty and sadness so well written…thanks
And happy new year of course!
Thanks, Yvette. A happy new year to you, too! We can’t avoid sadness, on course, but I want to step aside from the way my reactions cause MORE pain. I actually feel excited to have energy to work on this.