These days I watch with some anxiety as the snow begins to fall and the temperatures threaten my ability to plunk my stool down on a rock and spend hours painting or sketching the forest or the lake. Almost like a door that slowly closes and restricts me from doing what I love to do so much.
Thank God for the kids in my house who love to play in snow so much, who always need reminders to bundle up and "get that scarf around your neck" as they rush to play outside in sub zero temps. Those reminders of the fact that it is not all doom and gloom but rather a joyous time of fun and memories.
But for now I long for the sun to return, for the clouds to part and the tree's to green up, I will be out there. You may see me or you may not. My routes are often off the beaten path where foot paths have not been made. You will see me though, in the colours I paint. In the vibrance that I put into my paintings because they are where I can make it happen all year round.