as much as i can loathe the darkest days of winter, where nothing feels right and your body feels off, there is something soft and sweet about the light that pours from the january sky. from the first light through dusk, it has a muted yellow to it that brushes my skin sweetly, softly, like the eyelashes of a baby.
Living in Los Angeles, but having spent the majority of our lives elsewhere, we often long to see real seasons. That aspect has been rough. However, the week of Christmas tide brought rains and colder weather, desperately needed for our parched lands. But the mountains taunted us as we could see snow upon their peaks so the day after the New Year, we stuffed ourselves into our station wagon (and I say stuffed because my oldest is now 6ft -182.88cm) and set out to a mountain trail that we hoped would provide a bit of a winter scene and a needed respite from the city (and also to avoid all the Los Angelenos heading to the ski resorts).
The Devils's Punch Bowl, as it is called, did not disappoint. It was gorgeous. An hour and a half from Los Angeles, this gem of a park is within the the Angeles National Forest on the northern slopes of the San Gabriel Mountains, near Pearblossom, California. We did the whole hike, all 7.4mi. (11.91km). It was long, but our three billy-goats (a.k.a. my three boys) rocked it, despite the cold and the ice we encountered. My middle and youngest made snow angels (until they got too cold) and even my oldest,felt the tug of nature's childish ways as we spied him writing his name several times in the snow.
Then, at the end, when we were punch drunk tired and spent, we met two beautiful owls who seemed to make everything feel blessed and perfect. They live at the park's nature center. Both were raised by humans, so they could not be returned to the wild. It was getting dark and my fingers were close to frozen so none of my photos of this sweet barn owl, named Ruth, came out perfect, but I love her sweet majestic beauty. And one thing I have learned in the past year is that sometimes "technically" flawed photos are just as beautiful as clean crisp ones, so I have included her here as well.
And finally, can I start (and finish) a 365 project? Or even a 52 week one? I guess I won't ever know unless I try. xoxo
Ha! I was dreaming of getting up early and carving out a time to write/create on this early New Year's morn. However, yesterday I wrecked my blog's template -in my lame attempt to improve upon the design -as the saying goes, pride goeth before the fall.
Now 24 frantic hours later, I realize I have ignored the coming of this new month in this new year and have instead whittled away my time trying to figure out how to get the blog up and running so I wasn't embarrassed about the state of affairs over here.
Little lessons learned.
Lets call upon this new year with glad tidings. I am looking forward to some sort of 365 project (because I have nothing else going on) or 52 project. Something consistent. In 2013, I had over 245 blog entries, in 2014, I had 16. I want to use the excuse that I have been busy -and I have been, very busy (and I am proud of the fledging photog and doula business I have started); but I also have allowed myself to become distracted and a bit off course when it comes to me carving out time to journal and to blog.
Is anyone else out there righting their sails and setting course for a new year/new promises/new dreams? I am toasting all of you this New Years Day. xoxo