I painted Near the Beaver Pond in the pines behind my childhood home. A northeaster had begun the following evening and the woods were deep with fresh snow. Painting there was a magical experience in many ways, but the thing that I remember most was the silence. There's nothing like the "hush" caused by a snowstorm.
I painted Near the Beaver Pond in the pines behind my childhood home. A northeaster had begun the following evening and the woods were deep with fresh snow. Painting there was a magical experience in many ways, but the thing that I remember most was the silence. There's nothing like the "hush" caused by a snowstorm.