The winter this year so far really does not differ from other years. It started late. Started and stopped over                                   and over again. We get an overnight snowfall, really just a inch, 2 at the most, dusting of snow, pulling the world together into a seamless singularity, then as the ground is not really frozen solid, everything melts, then new snowfall again, blanketing everything in white, then melt, then snow again, like so much icing on the cake. It is a winter of beginnings. Each new snow fall  delicately once again traces an outline what it landed on. Add sunlight on the following day casting streaming blue shadow fingers across the length of the day, mix in the utter silence, save for the wind stirred crackling creaking at the treetops, the sound of the odd crow or bluejay or chickadee, and I just come alive, can wander through there till the sun descends below the treelines, watching mauve reflections in snowbanked open streams as the sun retreats into the days end and darkness.

Hey winter, get your act together; january is, as always zooming on by, and february is more about groundhogs amd valentines and early robins coming back and wondering why the heck they did so yet again….and….

trail thru winter (71)  16″ x 16″ watercolour / acrylic painted directly on gessoed panel

trail thru winter (70)  16″ x 16″   watercolour / acrylic                                        painted directly on gessoed panel