When it’s raining sideways outside, I go to where I want to be, which is back in a little valley in Quebec.
As we stand at the turning point of the seasons, we welcome this balance point, knowing that tomorrow we will welcome the growing darkness even as we welcomed the light in the spring. For without night there is no day, without spring no summer, without death there is no life. We are all a part of this cycle of manifestation, growth, decay and rejuvenation.
Trying my hand at painting for the first time!