This weekend we finally had a 3-inch snow. I know that doesn’t sound like much for those further north, but I was excited  when I heard the prediction. I wanted to paint snow, plein air!  But, despair. I learned I needed to be out of town for the whole weekend.

remnants of a once great snow

I returned home late last night and anxiously looked at the white crunch left in the dark  after 2 days of sun.   I checked the email that had come in from the weekend and found a note from Scott Boyle, artist friend and plein air painter extraordinaire, asking if I were going to paint the snow this weekend and sending me great ideas on painting snow from Staple Kearns. By that time, I was really feeling sorry for me.

But this morning, there was some snow left so I bundled up to race the sun, the shadows,  and the clock to see what I could do to capture this white wonderland before it disappeared.  Finally! Not the experience I hoped, but enough to  make me thankful that I’m privileged to paint.

Come on, weatherman. Give me another chance.