The secret of your own heart you can never know;
but you can know Him who knows its secret.
-George MacDonald

Monday, January 25, 2010

Whimsical Winter


Whimsical:erratic; unpredictable.

For the past 3 days we have had almost spring like weather but alas yesterday afternoon it was snowing...again. Not too much, but it is now noticably colder...again. This season could be described as whimsical.


The watercolor and collage above is based on a photo that I took the Monday after the December 18 snowstorm. I really liked it and decided to put it in my journal.


Thinking back I remember; a few days after the snow and when our electric power was restored...early in the morning...on a day out of school...I bribed my teenage son out of bed with the promise of his favorite out to eat breakfast. We put on heavy coats and gloves, got in our old Toyota (that drives great in the snow) and headed to B.'s favorite diner. I did not tell B. until after he got his food that I was going to also drive around and take a few camera pics. "Oh mom, I just want to go back home", he said. Because he wasn't hungry anymore and still sleepy, I was able to convince him to go. I wanted to get photos of the heavy snow on the trees. You just don't get that kind of snow here all the time.


"It looks like a fairy-land", I said as we drove. "Mmmm", he said. We drove along the hilly roads and admired the way the trees bowed with the heavy snow. I would stop and snap pictures. B. sat behind the wheel so he could move the car if anyone drove up behind us. "Wow, look at that mom", he said as we drove along a stream and admired the view.


We headed behind one of the shopping centers that overlooks a valley. I got out and took photos as B. sat quietly in the car. When I got back in, my son said "Hey, lets go down that street behind the auto place. I bet its really beautiful down there".

1 comment:

Diane said...

Oh, this post made me laugh! Your photos are wonderful and that illustration is amazing. How did you create it? Your son reminds me of my own...that sounds like a special morning to remember.
..blessings