In the Icy Grip Of Winter (a post mostly about nothing)
Believe it or not we yet again had a storm that kept me on the farm for a couple of days. This one was just a few inches of snow but with horrible winds. So as soon as the lane was cleared it drifted right back in. Soooooo no new art to speak of.
The good news is I’ve had a Swedish massage every night since Mike returned (twice last night.) I’ve never had a Swedish massage before just the usually kind. It was totally AWESOME! Seriously run, don’t walk and go get one. It may even be worth all the money the class is costing.
About the Buffalo
I did finish the white buffalo and will post her next. However I am not totally happy with her so I plan to redraw and do her again. I think I need to push back a bit. She is too close to be obvious it’s a buffalo and being white just throws that much more confusion on top of it. So it will be pretty much the same image just a little smaller to allow for more of the profile. Anyway I’m hoping that will do the trick. My Red Buffalo seems to me to obviously be a buffalo despite being red. So that’s what I’m going for. Other than that, I like her.
Winter Photos
The photos are from one of our outbuildings which had a new steel roof put on it this summer. I just love the weird little twisty ice fingers it’s developed. We’ve been in this repeating cycle with all this weird freezing rain, (not common this time of year) followed by nasty blizzards. I guess this is the result.
We’ve got mountains of snow in the yard and Chicory’s paddock fence, which normally he can rest his chin on, the top board is now only running across his chest. The snow is so hard packed he can actually stand on top of the drifts. Frankly if he was so inclined he could hop right over it his fence with little effort. Fortunately for me he is happy enough where he is most of the time and only wanders off if a gate is left open or the deer tear up the electric fence.
Ouch, those icicles look dangerous!!!
They probably are but they are located in a place that we don’t actually walk by. The artist in me likes to watch them change in this past month or so.