B'lu

Inspired by the first snow day at the park yesterday…

Shiloh & I_oil on canvas_10/10/2025_B’lu

Tulipa Exotic Emperor_water, pen & pencil_1/52025_B’lu

It’s really difficult to paint your garden when there are no blooms.
It’s really difficult to paint your garden.
It’s really difficult to paint.
It’s really difficult.
It’s.

But there are some blooms.
Although they are white.
White is made of all the colours of the rainbow.

Where She Belongs_Water colours_B’lu_2025

The husky moves through the snow, a black-and-white ghost against the quiet of the backyard, swift and sure, as if the cold, the wind, the endless white were not just familiar but necessary. Snow clings to her fur, frost gathers on her whiskers, but she does not notice. This is where she belongs.

She moves without hesitation, yet she is always aware of you. Even in her stillness, as she stands listening to the winter hush, she feels your presence. If you step closer, she does not startle. If you turn away, she watches, waiting. She does not demand, does not question—only knows.

She does not complicate things. Love, for her, is not something to be measured or explained. It is as simple as breath, as natural as the way she stays near, never straying too far, always returning. And perhaps, without realizing it, you learn from her. You breathe deeper. Move softer. Let go of the weight you did not know you carried. Because when you have been loved by something so certain, so unafraid, you start to wonder if life was always meant to be this simple.

She will miss the snow.

Will she?

Toronto Bluffs_Water colours_B’lu_2025

The Bluffs stand tall, where the waters gleam,
Sandy cliffs in a hush of dream.
Sea-green waves in whispers play,
Brushing the rocks in misty spray.

Snow rests soft on rugged stone,
A fleeting touch, then chills to bone.
Bare trees reach to skies so wide,
Tracing clouds that drift and glide.

Beauty lingers, calm and free,
Where land meets lake in harmony.