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Winter: a post of few words

photo of frozen pond

pond on the edge of an icy nowhere

There are such a lot of things that have no place in summer and autumn and spring. Everything that’s a little shy and a little rum. Some kinds of night animals and people that don’t fit in with others and that nobody really believes in. They keep out of the way all the year. And then when everything’s quiet and white and the nights are long and most people are asleep—then they appear.

― Tove Jansson, Moominland Midwinter

Winter still has us in its grip. It’s too cold to do anything much other than survive and dream and paint indoors by electric light and, if you are lucky, the shy, rum things might creep out to watch.

In the short daylight hours Tilly and I take to the hills seeking compositions for future paintings.

image of snow on the hills

snowy path marks the entrance to Crosdale (round the corner)

large cloud image

a huge cloud floats across the valley

image showing sun, cloud and snowy hills

sun breaking through the cloud

photo showing Howgill Fells and Lakes mountains in the distance

Lake District mountains on the horizon

Tilly the Welsh Springer

lovely Tilly

hollow in the hills with mountains behind

a bowl-shaped depression frames a mountain backdrop

photo of cloud composition

an assertive cloud arrives