Not one but two!

Travelling down the weekend road trip road… day dreaming and cat napping intermittently… not one but two old beetle cars grabbed my attention. Felt like a special moment, a rarity. Was I supposed to make a wish?

Crisp cold air

It seems to me that the crispness of cold air translates visually, if that makes any sense. It’s like things, especially on a cold sunny winter day, looks sharp, super clear, so much more vibrant. It’s just not all that comfortable to hang out in…..

Just when you don’t expect it…

Sometimes on the greyest winter day… when the snow has become slushy and brown, as you travel along the highway, you catch a glimpse of something beautiful. I love it when that happens πŸ™‚

A little bit of everything….

Leaves and moss with a good helping of ice and a dusting of snow…. crazy weather for winter but sure makes for an abundance of prettiness πŸ™‚

The winds of change

I love wind, however loopy that may sound… I love to feel wind, especially when it’s hot or warm, to smell wind, especially from the forest or the sea. I love to see wind when it pushes against things gently and I love to see what the wind picks up and brings about…