While nearly everyone is busy posting about Christmas and the new year, smothering their blogs with wintery white images and cold December moments captured, I, on the other hand am dreaming of warmer days, colorful hues and the splendor of summer’s offspring. It’s true, I desperately pine for summer. It is my magical time of year. It happens to me every winter and this winter more so than years past… SAD. Not boo-hoo sad, but Seasonal Affect Disorder (SAD). The long winter months in Northern Wyoming and I just don’t click. So, in order to keep myself sane, I am working on more images for my floral fine art series and yearning for that first inkling of spring. Months to go, I realize, but in the meantime, I’ll pacify myself with these images.
I’m not a total Scrooge when it comes to winter, mind you, as we will be bringing in the new year on the slopes of Bridger Bowl in Bozeman, MT. The slopes are where Jason and I met 12 years ago and where we fostered our budding relationship. It’s a crying shame that we haven’t been back in nearly a decade. Jason is “down grading” to skiing from his beloved snowboarding and after this many years off the slopes, we should pretty much both be beginners again. Beginners that are horribly out of shape and in no physical condition to be ripping up the powder like our former 20-something-selves. Aiden will be attending ski school, where I hope he takes to it and receives instruction better from strangers than I know he would with good ol’ mom and dad. Juliet? Well, we’re no dummies, she’s in full time daycare all weekend.
I’ll be packing my pint sized G7 with me on the slopes, so maybe those white, wintery images may very well be gracing the blog afterall. More of that in twenty-ten!
Wishing all you readers a safe and festive new year. I leave you with the second installment of what’s rocking me—> somber, yet hopeful… me exactly – right now.
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