I keep painting this place because is figures prominently in my memories from childhood. It’s a small pond at the edge of a woods, much like the favorite ice skating pond at the back of a field near my childhood home. The local farmer who owned the property plowed the snow for those of us who were lucky enough to trek down after school. I remember bitter cold, the sound of steel on ice, and my amazement at how some kids could really maneuver on their blades! I never developed any mastery of the skates, but the experience was pivotal in teaching me to love being outdoors in every season. Enjoy.
It’s shortly after a heavy snowfall, but you can tell the strong sun is already starting to melt the snow with a sheen of meltwater on the cow pond. A slight wafting breeze is knocking snow from some branches. This is winter at its best, white AND warm enough to enjoy! Details below.