From Friday, January 18th, 2002...
It was another brutally windy day at the crest of the Oak Ridges Moraine on the 12th Concession of King Township. . Although it wasn't cold, the wind would have blown the easel over with the canvas sail. The trees we planted were not quite large enough to break the wind.
This is the view from the art room window looking toward the northwest around mid morning on Friday, January 18th, 2002. The spruce branches cast unique shadows on the snow and I was interested in the shapes and colours. Those are the family's Chesapeake's blurred tracked leading into the snowdrift. There were birds flying in and out of the row of dry golden rod along the fence line. I decided not to put the fence posts or wire in, as they didn't add anything to the shadows, which interested me.
There were a few squalls that crossed the farm and hid my shadows. The light changed quickly but I think I captured the essence of the shadows without getting stuck on the details.
The canvas had been primed with a dark coat of raw sienna.
It was another brutally windy day at the crest of the Oak Ridges Moraine on the 12th Concession of King Township. . Although it wasn't cold, the wind would have blown the easel over with the canvas sail. The trees we planted were not quite large enough to break the wind.
There were a few squalls that crossed the farm and hid my shadows. The light changed quickly but I think I captured the essence of the shadows without getting stuck on the details.
The canvas had been primed with a dark coat of raw sienna.
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