A LONG WALK; CABIN FEVER CONTINUES...

Managed a long walk today, a one-day break from unremitting snow.  Most people have cleared sidewalks, but not so at curbs.  At one point I needed help getting over a three-foot snow buildup at the end of a sidewalk, and who should materialize but a nice young man who offered his hand gallantly.  All I needed was a light hand to balance on and then getting across the barrier was easy, but without him, I couldn't have done it.  Thank you, anonymous sir.

The sun on the snow was lovely.  The five- to six-foot compressed snow buildup was beautiful but I cannot say I thought it was lovely.

More snow tomorrow. 

I'm participating in an art journal project, so yesterday I created the following page.  This prompt was about the Inner Critic and how it affects artists.  This was my first page on the topic, focusing on the bad sides of the Inner Critic.  For most of us it's much more likely to manifest as an inner voice whose main purpose is to trash whatever we do.  This gargoyle from La Cathedral Notre-Dame d'Amiens pretty much sums up how I see the Inner Critic when it misbehaves:

After the walk today I felt slightly less Cabin-Feverish and was able to focus on the good aspects of the Inner Critic.  I do believe constructive criticism has its place.  Here was what sprang to mind for one aspect of this, the Elegance of Limits.

And here are the two pages together:

Late last night I managed a bit more Zentangle.  Here is Kate Lamontagne's "Kurtinz."

And this is how I felt at various points on my walk today...

And here is why: