Walking in
the brisk winter air is very energizing although it takes as much energy to
push oneself off the couch as it does to take the exercise. This morning there was wonderful hoar frost
on the trees, bushes and grasses making for glorious pictures. As we walked Mom
and I discussed the nature of creativity and what a pity there weren’t more
opportunities for creative people to make a living out of their art. On second thought, is it necessary to gain
filthy lucre from art?
It’s fun to capture moments in nature
that won’t be created again in that exact same way but sometimes it’s as much
fun to simply watch the changing colours of a sunrise or sunset. When taking pictures I find myself stopping
in the middle of a session so that I can remind myself to see with my real eyes
and not through the lens what is playing out on that gigantic canvas called the
universe. I took lots of pictures of Niagara
Falls this fall but I also took lots of time to be still and just watching the
rushing roaring water spill over the edge creating full on rainbows of
colour. Walking with Mom today we
stopped and stared up under the trees so we could see the nests upside down
causing a rush of pheasants to fling up into the sky. We made the long walk to the graveyard and
took pictures of those resting in peace grave markers. 
Tramping back we faced the wind which had
picked up and was nipping away at our cheeks.
At one point Mom said that my cheeks were very red and then she said
philosophically “at least they aren’t purple” which made me laugh and warmed us
both up. We stamped our boots off as we
entered the house and I headed for the office while Mom headed to her room “to
stretch out”. Perfect morning walk.
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