Cold…..

It hasn’t snowed yet, but snow showers are expected in the next couple of days. Its very cold at the moment with a driving easterly wind. I haven’t been able to get the house warm all day. I was OK after my walk, but my hands are cold now. I’ve just put the oven on to cook our evening meal, and hopefully it will help put the temperature up. Tomorrow I’m planning to walk along the canal, about five miles. I must be mad! The wind chill might be down to – 7°C

painting of wet walk

Todays #bandofsketchersprompt was signage, and as I was walking home after a long, wet, cold walk I decided to take a photo with my very soggy camera, of the view. Since my college course has me doing observational images every day this fit the bill for both prompts.

Felt pens for the signs, a bit of underdrawing with a felt pen thats running out, and watercolours to give it a “wet” feel.

Frost

Frost on the bonnet of my car. How does it grow like that? Feathers created by a mysterious creature called Jack Frost. Water frozen in amazing patterns, crystallising into flakes or swirls or swooping spirals. Beauty in nature, patterns from tiny water molecules.

This photo is from a couple of years ago. I haven’t seen frost like this, this winter. We have has snow, and some passing frosts, but nothing to build up a deep layer of ice like this. I would love to try and draw it if it happens again, particularly when it builds up on the windscreen of my car…

Where does snow come from?

Mummy?

Yes dear?

Is it falling feathers?

Or dandruff from god?

Is it ripped paper

White ash?

Is it magnolia petals

Or rose flowers?

Duck down

From the sky..

Could it be dessicated coconut?

I’ve never seen white flakes

Gently landing

Painting the ground

And trees

Covering the land

And houses?

Dearest

It’s Snow.

Winter used to be cold

And white.

Frozen water

Hexagonal delight.

I can’t sleep

It’s raining heavily in the UK, but that didn’t wake me up. No it was my hubby getting up and making a pot of tea at four am. Then the cat wanted to go out at four thirty. I came downstairs to make a cup of coffee at five. Then as I was deciding whether to snack on a few olives left over in the fridge one of my paintings fell off the wall on the stairs, it came crashing down and shook me up a bit. I checked it over and its OK. But the string had worn through. I think hubby must brush past it on the stairs so I’ve restrung it with some wire this time.

Now I’ve had my coffee (decaff). I’m wondering whether to call the outside cat back inside. There is a forecast for rain turning to snow and ice later in the week…… I’m listening to the news on the radio. Train lines are blocked and flooded….. Do I go on… And they are talking about the end of the Trump era….. Life goes on.