by cheri sabraw
Spring has begun to show her petticoats but Winter, well, he refuses to go away, hibernate, and return next November. Fall, my favorite friend, never does this. Oh sure, sometimes she flares up in late October like a bad hot flash but when her time is over, she leaves.
Winter is hanging on too long. His timing is off. He’s not the most enlightened one but I love him anyway. We all hang on too long sometimes, don’t we?
I’m fine with fog and cold as long as hot soup, warm bread, and red wine are in front of me. A romantic fire crackling, authentic conversation, and laughter warm up any winter day. But the natural light is missing. We light-catchers await Spring, season of light and hope.
Spring is doing her best to hatch.
Every scene is a potential oil painting.
Since the art show, I have been focusing on the light. Where is it? And how does it contribute to the mood of a painting. Instead of painting on a canvas, I have been painting in my mind.
Spring turns greens to yellows.
And browns to grey-greens.
When I drove into the garage today, the dog was on the front porch, waiting for her afternoon hike. So off we went, chasing the light.
This part of the hillside looks like the saddle of the hill. If you look carefully you will see a rock wall, constructed by who knows? many years ago. Rock walls such as these are all over the East Bay Hills. Anthropologists have all sorts of theories about their origins.
Notice the mustard on the right as it polishes the saddle with that cool blue light.
At the top of the road, the weather turned colder. I wished for more insulation around my limbs and face.
The wind picked up and blew through my clothes.
Winter! My, my.