A Cabin Kind of Day

"Cabin Weather," 8 x 10 watercolor, 300 lb. d'Arches cold press paper

Snowfall. Silence. Security. 

For me, it's a cabin kind of day, especially in my memories.

If you've read anything  of my blog, you know I've written about cabins often through the years.

Type in the word in the upper left search box, and you'll find more than 20 posts. Why? It probably goes back to our cabin in the Manzano Mountains of New Mexico. You can see those photos on this post from 2009: "Views of the Cabin."

One of my posts prompted a poem from a fellow blogger I met in this on-line universe, Kay Lawson Gilbert of Pennsylvania. We'e still friends al these years later, and her poem  still fits the mood of many of my paintings.

So on this cabin kind of day, today's watercolor, and her poem:

"Out on the plains,

       the snow piled up.

       But inside the cabin,

       the two were warm...

       words were their clothes -

       their bodies a language

        of poetry and prose."