I must admit this is not my weather, which happens to be a golden sun-lit cool morning turning into a warm mid 70's afternoon. So why the snow?
Author F.E. Feeley has been writing a series of poems about four sisters representing the four seasons. I already painted Autumn which you can see here And this is Winter. I drew this in my journal as you can see above but this is what I sent him.
Author F.E. FeeleyAuthor F.E. Feeley
I tried to get rid of the center seam with my PS Touch on my iPad and added the poem.
Snow is beautiful to look at. When we lived in Michigan, I loved looking out the picture window in the living room and watching snow fall.
But I detest being on the road with snow and ice. I remember when we lived in Connecticut driving home from Boston one evening, our SUV spin on black ice. My son was only 6 months old and I finally felt earth shattering fear. We were fine, the SUV spun but no other cars were around and we continued home.
And then there was a drive home from Arkansas to Houston, Texas on Christmas Day when we hydroplaned off the highway on an icy and wet highway. This time, we ended in a soggy grassy shoulder and once again we were lucky that no other vehicles were involved. A very nice Arkansas State Trooper helped us get a tow truck and let us stay in the cruiser until the car was towed. He even took us to a motel and luckily the car dealership was nearby.
So yes, I'm glad to live in a part of country where we don't have to worry about snow and icy roads. But I can admire it from a distance and in my art.