Winter

“I prefer winter…when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it…something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.”  – Andrew Wyeth

There’s a bit of the Andrew Wyeth in me.  He died a year ago in winter.  (my soul was made for winter, although born in summer)  I remember first discovering his work in college, Art History, and loving his perspective on the world in which he lived.  I think it’s how he captured light…he suspended it with a breathless quality.  There’s a calm, a stillness that I appreciate.   These are photos of my children during a winter hike in the hills near Livermore.   We ventured out into the overcast, misty, rainy, wonderful winter.  The only voices I heard that day were theirs, mixing with the solitude.  And I walked hand in hand with my husband.  Heaven on earth.

Remember, spring is born of winter.