During the winter, she is not my friend. Yes, it is beautiful to see snow falling on the trees, but when it is -30 and my boogers freeze instantly, it is not a pretty sight.
At this time of year I love her and would kiss her with the tongue if I could.
Maybe even make out with her.
Walking outside my door with my pyjamas and rubber boots on is so much fun at this time of year, because I can find a pretty picture everywhere I turn.
Just not of myself.
I cant tell you how many times people tell me they have nothing to take a picture of when just walking around their home.
Think outside of the box people.
Sit on the grass.
The possibilities are endless.
Even in the depths of sadness, as I am right now, capturing bright colours and "new life" makes me smile.
At times I wonder how the world can just go on when my Daddy isn't here to live in it........
...but then I snap out of it and am thankful for the beauty still surrounding me.
The sounds....the colours....
....I just cannot get enough of it all at this time of the year.
Deep down I believe that appreciating every second, every sight, every bright colour and every breath I take is helping me get through this dark time.
And knowing that my Daddy is looking down from his beautiful new home makes me want to get outside to capture even more.