As we progress through January, I am left with little inspiration from my immediate surroundings. Usually by this time, the trees and fields are filled with snow. This has a magical effect on the forest that I look forward to every year. With the touch of snow, winter beauty is astounding. It also fills me with nostalgia as I remember times from my childhood. It was always a time of adventure, riding sleds and toboggans down through the fields and amongst the trees, building snow forts, marveling at the fascinating ice formations on the forest stream with its low falls, and finally, the ever present smell of wood-smoke in the cool air.
Perhaps there is a positive aspect to our mild winter. Without the distraction of snow, I’m accomplishing a lot of work on seascapes, as well as autumn and summer forest streams. If I can complete these soon, before snow does arrive (It has to …. Doesn’t it???), that would be progress. But my current paintings are progressing slowly.
Perhaps there is a positive aspect to our mild winter. Without the distraction of snow, I’m accomplishing a lot of work on seascapes, as well as autumn and summer forest streams. If I can complete these soon, before snow does arrive (It has to …. Doesn’t it???), that would be progress. But my current paintings are progressing slowly.
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