The natural gathering of fall hues of harvest I feel is behind us. Winter is knocking on our doors.
I don’t feel like being cold. This is always how I feel when the first cold snap hits. Come March when we are still dealing with 30 degree days they will feel almost balmy. Right now they just feel cold.
Grey skies and bare trees do not inspire me the same way the colors of spring,summer and autumn do. I instead find myself wanting to read, nestle, bake, nestle, drink hot tea nestle.
I feel the need to nestle.
Words come differently into my mind, if I could take notes while in a warmth of hot shower, sleeping under mountains of blankets or while chopping vegetables for soup – you’d somehow benefit from those therapeutic fleeting word streams. Ever find yourself brilliant in the shower only to find that exceptional brightness and clarity disappears the moment you dry off ?
I have also found myself, thanks to the ease of this new camera, thinking in shots, pictorial essays. Perhaps this too is a way of nesting, nestling in, finding the beauty and warmth somehow out of the chill ahead.
The picture below was taken in 2003 and finds its way to my screensaver each fall.