It was beginning to look a lot like anything but Christmas around here. When I looked out the kitchen window on Sunday the last of the snow had melted and I've been disoriented by the strange sounds of raindrops tapping against window panes. The unseasonable weather has felt -- and looked -- more like late April or early May, but I'm only complaining a little. I certainly don't mind the unexpected arrival of mild temperatures, but that being said, I do prefer my Christmases to be white. This morning I woke up to a light dusting of snow, so I'm sure it will end up being white after all. And then it can promptly melt again until next winter.
I've been painting a few tiny landscapes recently. Nothing fancy. Just some tiny 5x5 inch watercolor sketches. It's been nice to shift into different subject matter, if only temporarily, and to paint something just for fun. I used one of my photographs from my wanderings up north as reference for this sketch. And on that note, here are the last of my photographs from that weekend, which now seems like it happened a lifetime ago. It must be all that melted snow.