“Aw, c’mon,” my camera said as I picked it up. “Can’t we do something besides snow and birds?” (Of course my camera doesn’t really talk. But we’ve been together a long time and we definitely understand each other.) I had to admit that I was ready for a change, too. Besides, I had already put on all that winter gear once and climbed the slope to deliver the day’s vittles to the Little Pine Cafe. I left plenty to get my feathered friends through the day, and I really didn’t want to go outside again.
“Okay,” I said to the camera. “Let’s find something fun in here.” Just then, my eye fell on one of my paper weights. It had been a while since I gave it any attention. So I grabbed it and one of its cousins and few pieces of cut glass and took them to my studio. The light was good and varied in there.
As I glanced out the studio’s window, the snow on the roof below caught my eye. It would be the perfect background for the pieces. I opened the window, set one of the paper weights in the snow and turned on my camera. It giggled.
We played, losing ourselves in alternative worlds. It felt as if we had stepped into an entirely different dimension. I can’t tell you how long we were there. Time simply disappeared. But here are some of the treasures we brought back . . .
