The fog has returned to the hills.  It casts a gray quiet mood in the studio and me.  Less than 5 miles away the sun is shining and the temperature is rising.  ( la la la…)

This grayness is such a contrast to what I’ve been working on in the studio.  Two worlds exist on my hill top.

I’ve been thinking about no color, or less color now that Mr. First is in my life.  Photos of him encourage me to see the beauty in the lack of color.  It’s forcing me to see the depth and range in moving from the deep silent black I experienced in Black Diamond Mines to the white of a cotton ball.  From my illustration studies I remember how much color there is in white and black.

XOXO,

Francesca