This is what my Saturday looked like:
Horrible weather for traipsing about? No doubt. Wonderful weather for writing? Indeed!
I adore this painting; in fact, it is my favourite by Manet. A beautifully framed copy hangs in my dining room.
Why post it today?
The cold, the cold!
It’s far below zero–the chilliest temperature of the season. Since this painting makes me feel happy, content, and warm, I thought you might enjoy it, too.
Two charming robins stopped by the studio for an early afternoon visit. They lured me from my writing, and the cat from her nap. We were both grateful.
“Little Robin Redbreast/Came to visit me/This is what he whistled/Thank you for my tea.”
I snapped this photo with my phone camera, out of the window of a fast-moving car. The colours–turquoise, orange, pink– were incredibly vivid in person.
Real life snow looks nothing like pristine painting snow…at least not when you live in my neighborhood.
Winter always looks nicer in paintings. Majestic. Charming. Unblemished. Like this:
I’m done trying to fancy up the season with quotes by intelligent, creative dead people. If they were here, they’d probably be annoyed, too.
Dunc keeping warm on a cold, cold night.