Somewhere My Love

No, this is so not a Valentine's Day Post. Listen closely to the stone cold deafening silence. The world around you is now entombed in crystallized ice. You should soon begin to hear in the distance of this Siberian Tundra, the Balalaika of Lara's Theme. Yes, we must all be in the movie Dr. Zhivago. Darn, I think I just saw Omar Sharif!

We had a record breaking snowfall in Pittsburgh and in many places. There is certain to be a lot of blogging going on about it. But I wondered (as I shoveled) how one writes an ultra artsy blog about the pure white driven snow. As I pondered this thought, I happened to glance up at the sky and my breath caught (or maybe it just froze) in my throat. Despite the waist high snow, I took a small break to lean against my shovel and to notice the beautiful color that I could not put into words. I always wondered what real azure blue looked like and I thought that this might be it. If you don't already do this, I encourage you to to take a moment to lose yourself in the colors of the nite and the early morning skies. They define breathtaking better than Webster's and with an added sensory experience. Those elusive hues of nature can rarely be replicated by even the priciest of oils or acrylics.

I regret that I was so exhausted from shoveling that I could not run up the steps one more time to get the camera or even manage to lift my arm to point and shoot. I am sorry that I was not able to capture these colors for you.

And then I looked down (as if for the first time) to notice what I was wearing. I had on two pairs of pants and the outer sweats were a lovely shade of teal. The snow boots were classic black with a trim of black fur (ooh la-la), the stadium jacket was a tres chic violet, the mittens a complimentary rust color, and my cute Pittsburgh Pirates baseball cap was draped with a neutral beige scarf to keep my ears warm. A true vision in haute couture. I could have turned it up a notch and worn my faux leopard jacket that is trimmed in fluffy black fur but I did not want my neighbors "to talk". LOL. And I was worried that I could not spin a quirky snow story.

Without electricity and all these chores to do, I have not had much time for painting any snow scenes. So I am posting this little watercolor that I call "Wildflowers in a Meadow". It has me dreaming about familiar and much warmer times.

"The snow falls, each flake in its appropriate place." -Zen Saying