Saturday, February 28, 2026

the things I forget...


these quiet winter days... so few distractions

I find myself sinking deeply into felt memories... how the cold looks I remember well and over the past few years being here during the winter has certainly helped reinforce that

how it felt was a different story; there just hadn't been this kind of cold during all those visits and now in the thick of it, I find myself remembering the feel of it  how much the two are intertwined

seeing the whipped snow and ice crystals blow about the air is one thing, feeling it on your face at -35 with a wicked wind chill is quite another

it feels as if you're skin is burning and freezing all at the same time

the mountain tops,  heavy with deep white snow are enveloped in a misty haze... blowing snow, as much up there as down here... stunning against the blue of the sky

with all the snow dust in the air you'd think to see only crystal diamonds blowing about yet when the sun is shining they take on a golden hue, warming in look but definitely not in feel

I've taken a few walks on calmer days but mostly time is spent indoors

enjoying my daily prompts, here are a few from the last while...

below, "looking through a window or door"

again, the living room windows to the forest behind on a sunny day

the greens enlivened by that dancing golden light




I used masking fluid, to hold on to more of the white than I usually seem to be able to

a tangled forest




the prompt below was for overlapping shapes

text from my course was an easy choice

some overwriting

over and over and over again in black

a section with light grey Graphik marker

another using leonardt calligraphy nib with black ink

and a small patch of pale, pale blue watercolour paint




and finally, "winter light"




easiest one of all, I knew all I wanted was the thin-stretched blue of the sky with the gold dust sparkling through the sunlit air

ideally this would also have some crystal-diamonds but I haven't figured that out yet

I may settle for a spatter of white watercolour

I'll ponder that as I stay out of the wind


take care,

jillayne

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