The Country Mice

Sunday was snowday here on our little outcrop. Cars were ditched — figuratively by us and literally by others — in favour of snowboots and we enjoyed a day of slippery slidey fun.

Junior forgot that coastal snow is wetter than the prairie variety and complained about wet feet from his sodden runners. Our friendly neighbourhood United Church minister gave him a pair of socks collected from the Christmas ‘mitten tree.’

And then, in pursuance of procrastinated holiday homework, he trotted off to the mid-island meadow, sister in tow, to take some photos.

Pretty, isn’t it? Both of them were freezing but in testament to the lunacy of youth, they followed through with it. Hot baths and hot chocolate followed.

Nicholas is preparing a series of photographs for a year-long school project and Liliana has centred in each one. The photos are not portraits per se but her presence provides a continuity throughout.

This is not the first time the model has had to endure pain for beauty. There’s another of her standing in the ocean…

Time for her to get a manager and discuss some recompense. Perhaps he can clean her room.