March 12.
Massive
dark snow clouds fill the sky. The sun breaks through every so often,
only to be covered again, as more snow flies and falls to the earth.
A previous storm,with wet, sticky snow and a cold wind, left the north sides of the trees plastered
in white. I stood among the birch trees down the hill to get out of the
wind. Occasionally the tree tops were shaken, and I discovered what a
nasty texture snow gives to wet oil paint. :-p
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| March 12, 2013 plein air. 5 x 7 inch oil on linen. |
March 13.
Blue
skies and blinding sunshine. I took a long walk around the north side
of the farm, out to the orchard, where the snow had been broken and
churned up by deer. The dogs went a bit crazy trying to follow all the
tracks at once.
I continued
around on the south side, but a cold west wind competed with the
sunshine, making for a short and cold painting session.
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| March 13, 2013 plein air. 7 x 5 inch oil on linen. |
March 14.
Close to home. A twisted old maple casts its shadow on the corn crib in the evening.
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| March 14, 2013, plein air. 6 x 8 inch oil on linen panel. |
