In Little George Dreaming (above) he was losing his snow cover, and left over bits of dried yarrow were catching the sun and casting shadows.
a snow storm... and
George in Sculptured Beauty
New shapes and shadows.
Another day, some sun, some breeze, and George again starts to reveal himself.
The pleasures and problems of a plein air painter (someone who paints from life):
Nature is a moving,
Not only seasons, but time of day, clouds, and other varying weather, even shifts of the breeze create nuances to enchant and exasperate us!
The same scene/object never really stays the same.
(Little George's complete story is on my website :
Go to Writing/Painting projects, Moving to New Hampshire.