Snowing

text and images britt-arnhild

I knew the lovely, sunny, just a little snow-weather of December and January couldn´t last. Yesterday we woke up to a blizzard and a world completely painted in white. And the painting goes on and on and on. I put on my Ilse Jacobsen boots today, and walked out in the beautiful wintergarden. A garden which is teaching me patience, teaching me the beauty of all seasons and all kinds of westher.

With Carneval in Venice coming up,
why not joining me here I hibernate in my studio,
with The Unlikely Pilgrimage if Harold Fry

and with Secret Gardens of Venice.