From where I sit, February couldn't have come at a better time.  I always say that winter painting is my favorite time to be out in the elements.  You know, the hush of the winter snow, as it dampens the sounds.  The stark stillness and accentuated contrast between "things" poking out of the white blanket.  Virgin ground as evidenced by pure white in all directions, except for those strange footprints headed in that direction.  It's usually the most private time out in the open.  Even in Minnesota, only the brave, the sporty, and the individuals whose car suddenly died are seen "enjoying" it's beauty.  But it's just been too chilly for me lately...since about mid December, as I remember.

So I leave you with this image here.  It's definitely not the white of the outdoors that caught my fancy, but the creamy white of a bavarian cream doughnut.  Actually I salute my friend and fellow painter Marc Hanson, and lift my coffee high to him.  Not only did he brave the cold outdoors to paint, but he did it when most of us were tucked under our covers for the evening.  Check it out on his blog post from last night.  Good job Marc!  Welcome February