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things to fill my abdominal cavity:
This week, with windchills reaching -45F, it would be an understatement to say ... I AM IN MY ELEMENT. And, while in the midst of this, I can't stop thinking about Inuit tribes, caribou skins, building igloos, and ice fishing.
(In years' past, I have included lots of photos of ice fishing villages. I haven't been out yet this year. Maybe this weekend. *fingers crossed*)
And, that's about all that I have to say. Keep warm and enjoy your day.
(Above and below, out takes from GIRL.)
For those of you who are interested, X and I have begun an additional photo/costume collaberation. It is tentatively titled 'girl', and it can be viewed HERE.
I think that we'll do the pictures in pairs. Beyond that, I'm not sure what will unfold.
I have been deeply contemplative lately, progressively so for several months. I mean, that is my usual state, but it has been more intense than usual. The topics are separate yet very connected, just like me, an embrace of contradictions.
I started to list the things that I'm thinking about, but after little progress over the course of two hours, I decided to just scratch that idea. Some thoughts, and the way they intertwine or overlap, seem impossible to put into words.
In other news, it is bitterly, dangerously, DELIGHTFULLY, BEAUTIFULLY cold outside. This makes me so happy. The photos are from yesterday, when it was warmer (15F), when the clouds held some of the warmth close to the earth. Today, the skies have opened and are bright blue, and the sun is piercingly bright. The temperatures are subzero.
Little makes me as happy as these days and all that they hold:
the sound of walking on the snow at this temperature, the way that the ice tinks like glass when it breaks, how everything -- skin, cloth, breath -- stiffens when exposed to the outside air, keeping the house chilly but warming up by digging into mundane comforts, warm curled-up kitties, the primal and guttural parts of me that climb out of my head and skin, feeling akin to my Scandinavian ancestors.
Wishing for that parallel life. There. Writing and collecting wood for the cold.
