Artable: Caitlin Legere Fine Art

28.1.09

Blue Sky

turning north - away from the hearth - reaching the border and the blue sky of a new, new year. I take a moment, a slice of life, to imagine myself atop the higher peaks, walking toward the filling moon.

Mooncat

It was the spinning in the ice that woke me at 3am. The closest moon i've ever seen. I ran to it, tried to hold it. The cold seeped into my shoulders and the light into the scent of the cold. And it was my breath and my blanket. It was the essesnce I dream so vividly of. And fleeting - in the cold snow - reflecting back the light much brighter for just that setting slide i lifted my face, eyes closed. Moon pond of the soul.

18.12.08

decemberism

The feeling of being pinned down by the clouds. Thank (my) god that at this altitude one still has a lot of room to move between compressing particles. Not so some places - where the atmospheric weight and the darkness can nearly get you walking horizontally on your toes.

7.10.08

The Aspen Hour

After the past two weeks up in the mountains, trees going off like fireworks, and me the lucky one who's gone up into it, we have finally had our first snow and frost (snow on the peaks that is). Some of the color lingers, dimming - but here's my reminder of what amazing changes we've enjoyed.