Impulsive Arts

Everyday Whistler - Unfolding

Everyday Whistler - Spring Minimalism

I am mesmerized by the sensual shapes and uncluttered lines of emerging foliage.

Everyday Whistler - After the Rain

The day-long deluge yielded just before supper,

and as the sun fell pink behind the mountain,

 

the last clouds scattered as from an abruptly truncated party, leaving the stars to revel in a clear cold sky.

Daffodowndilly

At last, the yellow ladies have come out to play:

The daffodil is not a meltingly frail flower.  She has crisp, assertive posture and attitude - she may be ruffly, but she commands her own space and laughs at the wind.

Clearly, my yellow phase is going to carry on a little longer.

 

Hope

Despite waking up to another foot of snow this morning, I have not given up on spring.

You just have to look closely to find it.

First Crocus of Spring

While tromping through fresh snow to the post office, I came across this hopeful little cluster tucked away in a secluded corner.

Perfect for the new archive project - I have been craving colour rather desperately of late.

Winter Hike

I took a little winter hike to Lost Lake today, peeking through the camera much of the way (so much so, I nearly fell down a couple of holes - funny how those deep piles of snow and ice seem to evaporate from the inside out in the late winter melt/thaw cycle.)

I can't resist mosses and lichens:

The colours are rich and subtle, the forms so unlike the bold and obvious forest they inhabit.  I always have the sense of peering into another dimension, a tiny lost world of magic and treasure of the sort I never quite outgrew believing in.

And indeed, beauty does manifest in the most unlikely places:

It seems the rude scrapes and shoving of the plow failed to disenchant the snow.

Misty Mountain Morning

Few things stir the soul like the sight of dawn creeping over the mountains.

The subtle progression of pink, blue and lavender brightens steadily, hopefully.

I have been hoarding this strand of Umba sapphires for well over a year, waiting for an idea that felt worthy of them.

I am pleased with the crocheted silver crescent - it is supple enough to conform to the wearer, and its sweeping curve separates the gems in a way that lends order to the progression and facilitates graceful motion.

Crystalline

The Boy and I went adventuring today - while he cleaved RUS's in the fire swamp, I did a little treasure hunting.