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|8-1/2" x 12", ink & watercolor|
The first morning was blustery and overcast, with not another soul in sight as I headed out across the snow-covered golf course. I carried my sketchbook and pen in a small backpack, hoping to do a sketch or two along the way, but it was a lot windier and colder than I had realized. I had to wait until I found a sheltered spot to take a break and attempt a sketch. Drawing with heavy winter gloves on is challenging, but the alternative was frozen fingers, so I opted for the gloves. A quick pen and ink sketch of the guard shack at the resort entrance was all my fumbling fingers could manage before I needed to get moving again to warm up.
|Detail, 6" x 3-1/2"|
The red flag on the 17th green looked so jaunty waving in the wind; I thought it would make a nice addition to my page. It only took a minute or two to get down the basic lines, then I finished it later with watercolor at home.
|Detail, 3-1/2" x 3-1/2"|
My ski poles are from my college days, back when cross-country skis were actually made of wood, and we used wax to keep from sliding backwards down a hill. I think it might finally be time to replace them, but I'll be kind of sad to see them go. Those poles were with me when I skied into the wilderness of the Colorado Rockies in three feet of snow with a 35 pound pack on my back!
|Detail, 4" x 4"|
This last sketch was drawn later in the week, on a sunny day when everything was bright and sparkling. I took my time skiing along the lake, pausing occasionally just to look and listen, appreciating the beauty and the quiet.
|Detail, 6" x 3"|
The frozen lake bed began to thaw later that day and by the time I headed home patches of grass were showing on the hilltops. It's only a temporary respite from winter though - spring's a long way off. That's okay. I enjoy each season for what it brings. (And painting snow is a lot easier than summer foliage!)