Thanksgiving with my mother and brothers and their families was a whirl, with no time for sketching. I left her yesterday, all manicured, pedicured, massaged, read to, fed, and now installed in a private room in her nursing home. She's in the tender and capable hands of my sister-in-law, my nephew, and my brothers, so I'm going to stick to my year-long plan to make a 6-day trip to the Arctic Circle, on a working ship's voyage up the Norwegian coast. (Is that enough prepositions for you?) My husband and I leave Thursday.
I fell HARD for the idea of this voyage when I first read about it last February in a New York Times travel article by Paul Schneider. If Paul's compelling story featuring northern lights, arctic hurricanes, and broodingly beautiful coastline doesn't get your wanderlust all riled up, then I don't know what would. Of course, you may find your pleasure basking under sunny skies. Me, I was born in the middle of the Bering Sea, in a blizzard, on an extinct volcano, at home. This Norwegian coastal voyage will be luxurious compared to my ragged entrance in this world.
Here's Paul's article, from which the title of this post is drawn.
And click here to visit his website. He's a wonderful writer, as you'll soon see.
And here are some photos by Florian Seiffert of Germany, of scenes from his October Hurtigruten voyage:
I will spend many hours onboard our ship, drawing, painting the scenes laid out before me in the dark and wintry days ahead. See you soon!