[Intermezzo] Bedridden with a Monstrous Cold

I’m stuck in bed today, tired from coughing. Croaky-voiced. Re-reading Ansel Adams’ autobiography and dreaming of great snow-capped mountains. I catch a glimpse, through the dirty window, of a white-blanketed roof and try to make do. Persuade me that there is no difference on the scale of majesty, and I’ll be impressed.

The Sick Girl by Michael Ancher, 1882

The Sick Girl by Michael Ancher, 1882

Words to the wise: On gloomy days, imagination is the best tool of all.

Inspiration Board: 12th December

I’m feeling frosty! Can you tell?