I've been absent for a while, a bit of a pause with the blog posts, but still painting. My shelter series continues to grow. For some reason, maybe because of this summer's constant heat, I have painted a couple of winter shelters. I hope I have captured the intense quiet one hears the first night of a new heavy snow. I grew up in Mississippi where we rarely got the depth of snow that offers complete silence. I did love to walk through the woods late on summer nights and see the forest through the moonlight - it was quiet - summer's distant relation to a late night snow. Right now, though, I am enjoying hearing summer crickets and will appreciate their song for a little longer - until the winter brings complete silence again.
