When winter settles in, it seems that we begin living in a world of greys and white. The starkness without all the green leaves me wanting to cuddle on the couch in a blanket! An artist without color is a not necessarily a bad thing. Ink drawings can be good. Black and white photos can be good. But day-to-day living?? In the winter time it seems the only colorful-ness comes from people and a few cardinals here and there. This can seem dreary, but in a way, it is enchanting to realize how colorful and animated we are on such a bland, chilly slate. Things come alive that much more, and the understated colors that still remain in nature seem to mean that much more. The frozen sleeping bluffs now look like a holiday dream.