The title quote is from my almost five year old daughter when she came downstairs this morning and saw all the snow.
It’s a good day for gray paintings. Not that I pulled it off, but I liked the house light coming through the tree up the street so I tried a quick sketch. I started this while it was still pretty dark out, and in the middle of it the winds picked up and the scene turned all white before resolving to gray again.
We’re only halfway through this storm, but we’re already pretty buried.
Time for coffee.
love your work!
Thanks so much Rod. Great to hear from you.
Love the quote, love the painting and the light peeking through, and love the idea of being snaked for a few days.