Black, white, gray, green – the simple palette of winter. Although, I have found myself drawn to light, washed out colors lately; this morning I found myself a bit lost in the expanse of gray sky and lake.
I’m overwhelmed lately by the multitude of things that are beyond my control – it is frustrating, but mostly, it feels heavy and oppressive. It’s hard not to long for color, warm breezes and the lightness of summer dresses. Yet, I know I have no choice but to embrace this place as it is.
I can’t blame the gray sky, the still expansive lake. I know that, ultimately, it is my responsibility to find the color I crave.
Burrowed in my warm down jacket; I seek out the slightest orange tinted grasses that stick out of the snow – letting myself find some solace in their presence on this gray, winter morning…
