A few days after the fall, but there’s still plenty around. I am exercising perpetual vigilance as I walk around my neighbourhood to avoid slipping, but my snow boots are a great help, and I feel more secure if I lean slightly forward. It’s the first day I’ve really been out for two weeks, and despite somewhat grim air quality I enjoy walking. I don’t find what I’m looking for: a key cutter and “How to draw 101 sea creatures”. But I do find birds fluffed out against the cold; a ladder of snow up a grand old tree; my favourite jester partly clothed in snow; didgeridoos for sale; a battered mural of a fish on a coral reef; statues wrapped against the cold; a delicate snow pattern on a desiccated leaf; snowmen and a snow bear; and a glass panel installation repaired after being squashed by a falling tree; . My breath is visible in the cold air and I have that lovely warm-cold feeling generated by, in my case mild, exertion on a chilly day. (Click on the images to enlarge them.)
As I’m writing this I discover a collection of classic Polish winter scenes by different painters in Culture.pl, a web portal for all things cultural in Poland which has enriched my knowledge since I discovered it on one of those unfocused rambles around cyberspace that I excel at.
You can read the article I snaffled these images from here if you want to dentify artists and the names of paintings.