My hand warmer which looks like a large, oversize tea bag was still warm as I ate my dinner tonight and then clambered up the stairs to look at the internet.
This pastel is from earlier in the afternoon not far from Crooks Hollow Rd, where I planted myself as firmly as I could on a deep snowy embankment with partial sun and particles of blowing snow.
The descent from the road was short but fairly steep and at one point laden down with stuff, I misjudged the depth of the snow, lost my balance and fell forward. Shirley said that at least I had something soft to fall into.
But she had an equally unsettling experience - I thought the wind sent her easel flying, but she said no, it broke.
Crooks hollow unfinished pastel on toned paper approximately 10"X10"
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