Love. Lake Chelan. Always a favorite place to visit and draw inspiration from.
Chelan Winter Impression. Available both as a panoramic print or the two individual images (below).
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winter
A frosty winter morning walk along the Columbia yielded some pretty magical sparkly light.
She watches over our valley like a proud mother and Saddlerock was one of the reasons I moved here. I distinctly remember driving up Cherry/Orondo on a warm, Spring morning, seeing Saddlerock standing guard, and knew this was where I wanted to raise my kids. I'm not a Wenatchee native, but I have been here more than 17 years and moved here after visiting for only one weekend. Drove back to Seattle after a weekend visit and walked into my job with a company I loved and gave my two weeks notice. Moved here with two young daughters and no job. If anyone I knew said they were going to do that now, I would tell them they were crazy. It must've been destiny because it was the best decision I ever made. I must have a hundred photos, drawings or paintings of Saddlerock, yet I still keep making them. They might all be of the same subject, but each one I look at takes me back to that exact moment. I don't think I'll ever have enough.
I'm not one for making resolutions. I think when the moment arises that you sense an urgency to better yourself, you should jump at the opportunity, be it the start if a new year, 3:29 in the afternoon or any ordinary Tuesday. But I can admit to loving the blank canvas that is January 1st. I use it more as a starting point, a measuring stick that lets me see how far I go. Last year my "goal" was to do pull-up, learn all the lyrics to Salt 'n Peppa's "Push It" and to spend time each day studying Spanish. I actively studied Spanish until my husband got sick and nursing him back to health became my number one goal. I will most likely pick it up again sometime this year, despite realizing that French is really much easier for me (because of taking it 7 years in school). Maybe I'd go that direction if I lived closer to Quebec, but In Wenatchee, Spanish is the most useful. I never did a pull-up (I didn't even try) but I did learn the lyrics to the song, and rap it quite happily in the privacy of my car, but you won't see me at karaoke night anytime soon. I may know the lyrics, but I still can't carry a tune. A few other goals I intend to continue are to "Make Something Cool Everyday" (art/craft), leave positive messages for people to find (guerilla art), move my body, on purpose, in the guise of exercise, and try, t-r-y, to drink some water. I say 'some' because I am not a drinker of much of anything, let alone water. And I know that leaves me room for improvement.
Whether you make resolutions or not, the beginning of a new year holds the promise of possibility. And that is where the magic lies. Maybe enough magic to do a pull-up.
Stay cozy my friends.
