"A person who won't read has no advantage over a person who can't read." -Mark Twain
The morning walk was freezing cold, my face went absolutely numb. But I couldn't help myself and kept stopping to take photos of the dream-like landscape. There was only the sound of wind, and the world seemed to be in black and white. Kiki would stop when I stopped and would sit still, watching the wind shake branches and sweep gusts of ice from tree tops. Back home I quickly got some ironing done and enjoyed the sounds of the dish washer and washing machine, which somehow sound cozy and productive; the sounds of home. Now I can hardly wait to get to my desk to paint.