Philly Snowed In.

Anybody who believes climate change isn't happening must have his head buried deeply in...
well...a big snowbank.

A few nights ago we got dumped on yet again in the Philly area, and even more snow is predicted within
the next few days. Kitty was contemplating a warm day inside. 

We were both awakened by the chatter of my friend Tom's snow blower. Peeking beyond my Batman collection I could see he was busy being gracious to his neighbors, clearing the sidewalks.

Son Mason and I, taking a breather from our morning of shoveling out.

As a tip of my winter cap to dear old, and insistent, Mother Nature, I thought I'd show you some paintings
done by me of landscapes that have snow in them. It seems I actually have not done as many as I thought. 
Here is a detail of one done in a nearby park. Each of these paintings is a water color.

This and the one following were done at Keystone Ski Resort, above Denver, Colorado.

I did these from quick ink sketches, on site, then did the actual paintings in the warmth of our lodge, in
front of the fireplace, with a delicious Manhattan within reach. There have actually been occasions when
I dipped my brush in my drink, instead of the water. Whooops! Only when on vacation.   
Now, if only spring was truly just lurking around the corner.
Hang in there, friends.