Winter is here and I am finding the season coming to me with what I paint. Memories of cold winters and how inviting it is to be home. The morning temperatures here in the valley are in the low 20's making my trip to the barn a real adventure. The horses are waiting by the gate ready for breakfast. The land is white with frost and the water buckets have a layer of ice to be broken. Heading back to the house to enjoy my morning tea is pure luxury. Thinking about winter has made for, "A Painting Day".
