In a cold wind

drawing fast in the cold wind... hands barely able to hold the pen... Brian, come here! Brian, don't do that! Brian, keep up with me!... Brian is a Jack Russell.

The quiet days

the colours and lights of the midwinter festivals turned off, the earth returns to hibernation... a weak white sun behind dull clouds... but the first blades of daffodils push through the autumn mulch

so cold, the paint was slow to dry... unexpected, unintended, wet-in-wet