Last night I was feeling overly nostalgic and found myself lost in the depth of an old harddrive of photos. It was incredibly soothing to go through the photos and relive the moments, laugh at the videos and tear up at the shots of the babies.
I found this beautiful shot. That's me and Pilot and about 80 baby deer. It's not my photo. It was taken by Dr. M. Woodbury one afternoon in Saskatchewan when he invited Pilot and I (and my brother Kam) to visit his (crazy fascinating) day job. Unless you've been in the middle of a herd of young deer (is that what a group of baby deer is called?) it hard to describe the energy. It's pure magic. Animals are the coolest. They moved as a unit... just like those enourmous schools of fish. They were nervous and curious. And there was a hush that was palpable. It was an honour to be part of that moment and I'm so grateful. (Aren't the deer beautiful?)
I forgot that he had sent me these photos. (Thanks again Dr.W!)
What an amazing moment.
(Pilot was just over two years old in this photo. Penn had just turned one. That rad bag is an Epiphanie. We were about to buy and renovate the house we are in now and life was about to get crazy. Or maybe it already was.)
Today: I am cleaning up and getting ready to start a couple new polar bear paintings. Pilates is going rock my core. We've got insurance adjusters coming by because Spring is on her way and this old house has sprung a leak (bad news because there's LOTS of snow and the melt is just starting). I am not a fan of Spring. But the good news is: a friend is visiting from out West tonight and I've been missing her so much - this unexpected visit is just what my heart needs. And coffee.