As a Vermont Girl, I know my snow.
I’ve been figuring out ways to draw and paint snow, in all its shapes and forms, my entire life.
There are lots of kinds of snow.
The 1st snows of autumn, that slowly cover the still-green grass, frost bitten plants, and leaf strewn ground.
December snows, that slowly fill up the woods~until we trudge through it to find a perfect Christmas tree,
Or February snow, deep and light enough to race a sled through,
Or use as a smooth, white, picnic blanket for the birds.
I’ve painted snow as the natural habitat for Polar Bears,
And gray wolves.
And painted it in totally unexpected places, like a usually sunny day in Jamaica!
I’ve sat in my car and drawn a snowy scene from life.
And I ended my new book, Baby Bear Counts One, with 10, big snowflakes, falling slowly enough for a surprised bear cub to count them.
But turn the page and watch as the snow picks up, swirling in curtains across the mouth of the den,
And finally, the flakes are falling so fast that there are…