|"Poor things, they are cold, wet and covered in that blasted white stuff."|
This morning we have 4" and it continues to pile up. We just shampooed our carpets and polished our hard wood floors this past week; and the grandkids are coming over to day so they can go sledding on the hill. And you know this means a good deal of melted snow, and accompanying mud, will be... We have extra precautions at the door, lots of ruggery. (Is that a word?)
I don't like trying to draw, sketch, or paint snow either. It's just too damned hard to capture. So I look out my living room window and see the mailboxes across the street. Poor things, they are cold, wet, and covered in that blasted white stuff. My commitment, my commitment - everyday a sketch. Ok, I'll sketch them in my EDM sketchbook, at #18, and they'll enter the fray where it is warm, and comfortable.
I hate snow.