Not much painting to be had around these parts. After an all-night bout with a heavyweight stomach virus last week, I'm finally recovered and just about caught up on all the laundry and deep cleaning that ensued. Once again my thoughts and energies turn to my easel and the good work that's awaiting me.
The week wasn't a complete loss. I had the treat of awakening two consecutive mornings to fresh snow, the kind of big and clumpy snow that blankets every tree and shrub and makes even strong tall pines bow and lean under its heft.
They were quiet, beautiful mornings and I gave myself a few minutes each day to watch the sky, follow the snowfall and be immersed in the muffled peace of the winter landscape.
Oh, and I also snapped a few photos on my iPhone. Crude photos that don't come close to the original scene, but that should jog my memory well enough when I want to come back to the those snowy meditations.
The week wasn't a complete loss. I had the treat of awakening two consecutive mornings to fresh snow, the kind of big and clumpy snow that blankets every tree and shrub and makes even strong tall pines bow and lean under its heft.
They were quiet, beautiful mornings and I gave myself a few minutes each day to watch the sky, follow the snowfall and be immersed in the muffled peace of the winter landscape.
Oh, and I also snapped a few photos on my iPhone. Crude photos that don't come close to the original scene, but that should jog my memory well enough when I want to come back to the those snowy meditations.