When I was young, our home was surrounded by dairy farms with all their gorgeous pastures and cow ponds. The field next to us sloped down to a pond then a wooded wetland. If it was cold enough for long enough, we could go skating on the pond. It was so cold, but so beautiful. The sound of the blades on the ice, the crystalline air, the bitter cold – all of it went into this painting. Enjoy. Details below.