By Elizabeth Ricketson: Ricketson, Elizabeth. Something Sweet. Acrylic 30" x 36" I felt like I got away with something this morning, and it felt so good. Feeling willfully free was exhilarating. Defiant in a most innocent way. I was headed out for a run without the treacherous block of ice that was formerly my driveway. Spits and spats of snow still blow around, but the birds are returning, singing as they harken in mud season in Vermont. The month of March teases us with thoughts of crocuses...

By Elizabeth Ricketson: Ricketson, Elizabeth. "A Surround of Warmth," acrylic, 24" x 30" Gray morning sky. Eight degrees. A frozen golden mist heavily rambled along the hills. Bare tree limbs festively decorated in icy sparkles. I stretched my Yaktrax micro spikes over my bold-yellow Saucony running shoes knowing the going would be sporty. I navigated my snowy way down the drive, carefully dodging thick ice patches that would not be particularly kind to this aging body. Once I reached the...

By Elizabeth Ricketson: Something was different. The dull light outside my early morning window was subtly illuminated. The first snow. A quiet glistened. The ochre earth was covered in white. Twigs and long-dormant grasses poked through the patchy blanket. The gray November skies battled between a cold rain and soft, spitting flakes. Battling to get it seasonally right yet up against a lack of corporation. The struggle was obvious. More snow is in the forecast. Temperatures will plummet this...