The color of light is one of the most important concepts in painting. It’s most easily understood on a snowy winter day.
Light snow above the Arctic Circle, by Carol L. Douglas. I didn’t even know I had a bucket list, let alone that painting above the Arctic Circle was on it. But as I crossed the Yukon River, I realized that no amount of bad road was going to stop me from seizing this opportunity. […]
A week ago I awoke groaning at the arbitrary national clock that moves time backward and forward with the seasons. Our method of calculating the first day of spring based on the vernal equinox is somewhat less arbitrary. That arrived in Maine yesterday at 12:30 AM. We woke up to snow this morning. My bedroom […]
I was in Hannaford yesterday when I realized I wanted to drive hot needles into my skull. No, there is no medical evidence that this actually works, but it is the first symptom that I’m getting a cold. I’d like to blame someone, but that isn’t how viruses function. We wade through a miasma of […]
There’s very little Maine can teach a Buffalo gal about snow. After a lifetime in America’s snowbelt, I’ve seen it in every form. Until I mailed a check on Monday, I’d never had a plow service in my life, and the one I just signed up for is for the house in Rochester. As for […]