Winter

I love old buildings, furniture, quilts, objects and anything that tells a story and has some mystery and questions surrounding it. The evidence of being used by another in a past time, the ordinary practicality or the detailed care and attention in it's making. I also have a romantic appreciation of things from the past. I imagine the sense of purpose must be great in constructing the first buildings to grace a place. The sense of pride and satisfaction of a woman completing a warm and comforting quilt for her children. The large and grand proportions of an old building which say, "see we have made our mark". The beautiful colours that have worn over time on the roof and bricks of an outbuilding. The artistic combination of textures in an old home, brick, stone, timber. Strangely these things all seem to remind me of a sense of hope and future and of expectancy. The association between winter and old things is particulary lovely when captured in the beautiful light of a cold, overcast day. The confirmation of the season shown by the lack of leaves on the trees. I have resigned myself to the fact that I am very moved by the appearance and the visual elements of my life. Creating an environment of rest and beauty and inspiration is possibly one of my most defining pursuits. The challenge is to find the balance between contentment and satisfaction of where that has me placed today and not sacrificing the dreams I have for tomorrow................