Snowy creek

"Study of the snowy creek" by Hilary J. England
oil on canvas, 16" x 20"

I have been busy working away these last few weeks since returning from the North.  I did get a lot done, and am wrapping up this term and look forward to the break (I am working on my Master's too).  I am also putting together a new Arts project for 2017, and it's going to be a big one, so there needs to be a good deal of research and coordination and thought and planning...but I'll talk more about that after New Year.

The winter weather is always enjoyable to me.  I know other people hate it, but I love the peace and quiet and purity of winter and snow.  There is something heavenly and ethereal about a fresh snowfall, and I will always love the bright, blinding paleness of the winter landscape.

Of course, I do aim to keep warm, but going outside and getting rosy cheeked and cold always makes lolling on the couch watching Christmas classics all the more delicious, with less guilt!

Enjoy!

First snow

"First snow" by Hilary J. England
oil on canvas, 12" x 16"

So, we had our first snow, and it stayed with us briefly, enough to make everything peaceful and white like a winter wonderland.  I love the snow.  I know many people in the Northeast complain endlessly about it, but the only time it because problematic for me is when I have to drive in it, and even that can be avoided usually.

I am looking forward to more work in the beautiful weather.  Of course, when it gets too snowy, then I will continue to work inside.  But for now, the snow is just a nice primer for Christmas and New Year :-)

~Enjoy!

North forest in near Winter

"North forest in near Winter" by Hilary J. England
oil on canvas, 11" x 14"

I have been so busy lately, I kind of fell off on photographing my stuff.  To be honest, I just had a case of the "f-its".  With all that was really going on, and just returning from the North on Thanksgiving, I was kind of jet-lagged and not feeling anything really.  Just kind of blah.

So, I did very much enjoy the peace of the Arctic, and looking out into the moonlit night at the reindeer silently crossing the tundra, and the mystical desolation that was not desolate at all really.  I am glad I could see that.  Every trip to a new place is a gift, and I don't take that for granted.

~Enjoy!