I grew up in a snowy climate in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. I remember bundling up as a child to play outside – making snow forts, snow angels, and tossing snowballs. I enjoyed it immensely. That is… until I grew up.
Somehow, my tolerance for cold and dampness waned, thus prompting my move to Phoenix, Arizona in late 2004. I didn’t miss the storms, the driving conditions, or the wind. The closest I’ve gotten to snow since relocating was when I attended a cousin’s wedding in Kitchener, Ontario during November. There was a dusting of the white stuff on the grass.
Admittedly, I miss the beauty of the first snowfall. (For about an hour. 😋)
My painting, “Forest Snowfall,” captures the woods during a blizzard, when tree branches are weighted by accumulated snow. If you’ve ever taken a walk through a storm like this, you’ll recognize how the blowing snow reduces distance visibility, bringing closer objects to the forefront.
