The weather has been positively schizophrenic. Last weekend the temperature was close to 70 degrees – warm enough to eat outside. Right now, as I type this, it is a chilly 23 degrees (-5 C) and snowing.
January 4th was cold and wet, wet, wet. It rained all day; a fine mist of moisture, more like winter in Scotland – Mark would uncharitably say summer! The lake remained frozen but had strange, inexplicable patterns of light and dark.
I deployed the umbrella Mark had given me at Christmas, which is actually intended to protect my sun-hating skin from burning, to stay dry. (I apparently lost my neck in the process..!)
I mainly worked in oil on paper but did the last painting (#4) on canvas. By that point the mist was blurring everything and the picture feels vague and unresolved. I have looked at it every weekend since. I am not sure it will survive.
Mark’s photos, as always, tell the real story, and I confess to frequently thinking, “Now that’s what I should have painted!”
