|"Lonesome crow in the storm" by Hilary J. England, 9" x 11" oil on hardwood panel|
We awoke to another Winter Wonderland this morning; six inches or so of fluffy snow--and to the grumbling of the local world. The postmistress and company were particularly agitated...I could hear their complaining through the walls of my office, but I don't mind. My mind is numb to all the snow...it's become a commonplace obstacle.
I like the snow, and the isolation it causes. The streets get quiet, and people just stay indoors. I suppose a hundred years ago they would sit about and knit, whittle, or just tidy up and enjoy a good discussion by the crackling fire, but now everyone lays about watching the tube, playing videos, or, what I'm doing, pecking away at my keyboard.
If I dress in layers and stay nice and warm, a good, calming trek into the woods is always conducive to inspiration. But, the feet are a particular problem when the snow gets a bit deeper. Cold, wet feet always translates into discomfort and misery, and my hiking boots are waterproof, just not to this depth (of snow).
I have given up trying to keep up with all of the snow tracked into the house...one thing about this old house, was the builders didn't have the foresight to put in a mud room. That would have done wonders...
Well, out to the studio to work on some bigger paintings. Hope you enjoyed the one above!