It is very rare we get even a single white flake falling in this part of the southern coastal countryside, but today was the exception to the rule.

The path from my house to my studio covered in icy pellets.

The path from my house to my studio covered in icy pellets.

Still, I made it across the garden and up the snow-covered steps to my studio to work.  Even the birds and squirrels who normally chatted with me as I made the trek, cup in hand, had deserted the bushes and trees. Everything was heavy with ice and solemnly quiet.

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From the studio porch. Not a bird in sight.

But, as usual, when I entered the studio to work it was grand.

I am working on three new canvases now, each related to art museums I have visited.  It has been months of steady work, and now I am in the final phase of all three…my favorite part after struggling through the difficult middle stage.

My studio in winter.

My studio in winter.

There is nothing like a warm cozy studio with work going well on that rare wintry day with snow. Life is good.