All of these capture the eye with beauty. I especially enjoy the oil painting. It makes Winter seem so peaceful and wonder filled. The snow laden boughs, the unmarked snow, the ethereal hues of the mid afternoon sunlight.
This painting invokes both feelings of chaos, for I wish to furiously run over the pasture, knocking the snow from the trees, creating snow angels, and misshapen snowmen; and calm, for not even Boreas dare disturb the the delicately placed snow flakes.
RE: Once I was an artist part 2