The Winter Solstice
|MOONLIGHT Over New Fallen Snow|
It was a moonlit night and the air was cold and thin. The evening was alive with the sounds of children playing in the new fallen snow. Some of the kids were on the pond skating and laughing in the moonlight, as if they hadn't a care in the world... The day was over before it even began or so it seemed, for it was the winter solstice. The shortest day of the year! It had come and now was quickly going as the moments ticked by and this painter quickly captured the moment. If only I could paint the smell of the pine and the freshness that is felt in the air. If only I could catch on paper the sounds of joy and innocence as the children played. The air felt slightly damp but fresh, it was almost as if the snow had cleaned the sky. The night was as clear as I have ever remembered. The air was so crisp with cold that this painter almost went inside. These were the good years when people were entertained by what was free. These are my memories but only much romanticized.
|Blurry but sweet.|
I suppose there is a scan somewhere at Spicher and Co., but who wants to wait for that?!!
I love the moon peaking thru the trees. Painting moons is a new thing for me to do. I don't know why, but all of the sudden I am interested in the moon. I think I put a moon in about a half a dozen paintings this last year. I am going to see if I can find them to show you.
|Another BLURRY picture|