Fascinating how the snow just slips away when a little light hits it. The glow is pretty mesmerizing and we wanted to share that with you.
Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and living colors of the earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who love love? – the play The Great God Brown by Eugene O’Neill
You can sit there and complain about having to trudge through the snow everyday, or you can lay in it. We chose the latter. By all means, don’t be cautious. Now is the time.
Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should…with all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. -Max Ehrmann
Some wintry eyes trying to bear the cold in Wisconsin. Just for fun.
Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see. -Paul Klee
Meet our blog dog- Gunner!
The blizzard of 2011 hit with a vengeance and we reaped the benefits. Well, not without a little frostbite. For this shoot we juxtaposed feminine details and whimsical poses with heavy architecture and a huge mountain of snow. Strange contrasts and a new environment always pique our interest. Keep warm!
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer. -Albert Camus
The small amounts of snow around this old fire department seemed like the perfect environment for our first shoot. Look at that rust and weathered wood! We thought pieces of fur would create an interesting textural contrast. This building is simple, intriguing, and beautiful but people pass by everyday and don’t notice. Here’s hoping you don’t just see it, but next time you actually take a look.
The fastest way to bring more wonderful examples of abundance into your personal experience is to take constant notice of the wonderful things that are already there. -Esther Hicks