We've been across Canada now a few times, and it's still pleasant and slightly bewildering to come across someone that has been to where you are from, or has family there still. We've chatted with them on planes, in pubs on either coast, on benches in parks. I like the look people get in their eye when they share memories of a place they loved living in. I especially love it when people get that look in their eye when they talk about Alberta. The comment I've heard the most when folks reminisce about their time here is 'the winters are so bright. Damn cold, but really really pretty.' Maybe that's why I'm such a fan of winter; maybe it's the light.
The BD and I took an afternoon stroll back in November at around 2 or 3 in the afternoon when the snow was fresh and the sky was clear. It wasn't a very cold day, perfect for taking photos. Already gorgeous houses were bathed in bright gold light making the shadows caused by trees and other buildings startlingly blue.
I really love how shapes are more crisp, especially shadows. Without all those leaves in the way you can see the shape the tree projects onto the house behind it.
The way the light illuminates this house and almost nothing else is what I was drawn to most in this little painting. That and the border of darkened mountain ash berries acting as a canopy over the snow-covered path to the back door. The bohemian waxwings made short work of said canopy. What's left of it is currently littering the alley like confetti strewn at a party.
It was almost too late to take the photo for this piece. The really good light play across the front face of the house was already gone, but the bit of dappled light on the right of the house and on the structures in the background made the scene 'pop' enough to catch my eye.
This small series of paintings are making their way to the Galerie du Vieux Saint-Jean in Richelieu, Quebec this week. I'm excited to be sending them some new work.