I used to dream in black and white.
Crisp, clear, easily understood. But slightly second-rate.
I would wake in the morning and wonder about meaning and message and why it was that my sleeping mind took me places that were only black and white.
Slowly, color crept in. Colors in vivid contrast that balanced and checked the sharpness of the black and white.
Color that made the big picture of my dreams seem more distinct and rich and full.
And one morning it came to me thus:
Colors came into my dreams at the same time I knowingly added color to the canvas of life. Color popped in when I figured out how to paint my picture. It is my picture, after all. I can very well draw exactly what I want to see on my sketch pad and live life as I picture it, with or without a lens. I can view the rest of my life as an evolving work of art and live it with a little more joy, zest, pizzazz and brilliance.
It happens, this life. Some parts are prettier than others. But if life is a canvas, why not paint it with colors so distinct that the black and white parts of it can glow with a luster all their own?
Why not dream in vivid color?
I took these pictures at the 22nd Annual International Snow Sculpture Championship in Breckenridge, Colorado. Fifteen teams of artists from ten different countries carved out a massive sculpture from a 12-foot-tall, 20-ton block of man-made snow without the use of any power tools. This year’s winner was Team Canada Quebec.