A beautiful blanket of snow arrived overnight, covering hill and dale. Rushing my morning work to get out and paint, I found the sun warm and the wind calm. The cedars catch the snow so gracefully, it makes me so happy to have nurtured them to this size, to be painted. All I plant and cultivate here is with an eye to future paintings. I can already see them in my mind, and all I have to do is work toward that vision. Painting number 3972 in 3972 days.
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