Mary McCloskey

Winter beauty

That lucky old sun

The sun brings shadow and visual riches, so longed for thesedays. We had brave intentions this morning of sauntering off to the park, but the blustering winds were too much for Willy (and for me). Plus, the salt just kills the pads on his feet. But grateful, still very grateful for full sun. A great way to start the weekend.

Remembering when it was warm...

As the polar vortex dips into our world again, I long for those carefree days of warmth, shorts, T-shirts and flip-flops.

Hibernating

There has been very little light and even less warmth of late. I'm yearning for the sun and heat. So Willy and I are hibernating tonight.

Ice visions

Yesterday the dog and I made it to the park. Not so today. Black ice underfoot and crazy, wild wind. I used to think that people who went to Florida for a month in the winter were, well, kind of boring. Right now, I really wouldn't mind a little beach time. But Friday I begin a new class: painting in cold wax. I don't draw, I don't paint, but I need a push creatively so I'm going to take a chance and see what happens.  Maybe the cold (wax) will be just what I need to get going.

Berries and shadows

Hoarfrost

We have snow, long icicles and hoarfrost on the windows. I thought I knew what cold was, but trying to walk the dog yesterday in minus  11 degree temperatures introduced me to a whole new experience. Yet, I am taking heart. All the catalogs are touting winter sales which can only mean that warm temperatures will be returning, well, someday.  Meanwhile, lots of time to pull the aghan up close on the couch and watch  Jack Frost paint pictures.

Ushering in the New Year

Lots and lots of snow yesterday and into the night. This taken just before midnight.