The earth where we live is covered in ice and snow.
I am here with my family organizing photographs while enjoying the time we are all have off from work.
I am aching for India. For Nepal.
For the markets layered in hand crafted goods and containers of freshly ground spices.
I am missing all the color. Seriously it assaults your senses, but I love it.
These are just a few of the photos that are moving me today.
Reminding me of adventures I have been blessed to have.
The monkeys I have held.
The elephants I have rode.
The woman I have laughed with.
The majesty I have seen.
The trinkets that sit in my home reminding me of my foreign romping.
Them and their worship.
Me and mine.
I love… Very deeply love. Our art that is life.