Thursday, April 1, 2010
Confessions and Julia Christe
Ok, confession time.
I hate winter.
I hate the snow.
I'm scared of car wrecks caused by blizzards, like the one that took my friend's life last year.
To be very honest, I'm not much of a skier either.
I grew up in the Midwest and my family never skied.
Well, we rarely even took vacations.
So it is hard for me to get geared up to take vacation time to revisit winter, after a long, hard Chicago winter.
I don't want to sound ungrateful, because I feel lucky to be able to take trips at all, and the best part of the past few days has been the evenings spent with my husband's family. (I lucked out big time in the in-law department!)
But I have to admit that I've been closing my eyes and pretending that instead of being in the snow, I'm actually in a Julia Christe photograph, where the white stuff is warm sand and the sun is hot.
Aren't her photos beautiful? I first fell in love with them in 2005 when I saw them at Art Chicago. They were all taken in White Sands, New Mexico, a place I definitely want to visit one day. Hey, if I can ski down white sand dunes in 90 degree weather, no snow, no cold, I might even start to love the sport.