In the last glow

A last glow before the view was engulfed into darkness of the night. A quick oil sketch from the window.

Facing the light light across the street

A quick oil sketch of the view across the street in the warm wash of late afternoon sunlight.

In the fading winter light

A quick oil sketch from our backyard. Very cold with biting wind!

a glimpse out of the window in the evening

A quick oil sketch before the light faded away in the evening.

A view of our house across the street

It is so cold outside and yet so beautiful when the sun  is shining so brightly in the crispy clear blue sky. I took my French easel across the street and painted this view around noon.

a glimpse out of the window in the morning

A quick oil sketch on Sunday morning

Looking into sunset moment from our window

It was late in the afternoon when the warm sunlight washed over the snow covered hedges in our backyard. This time of the year again when the winter light was so appealing.

On a cold but sunny winter morning

What could be more exciting to see finally the sunlit sky on this beautiful winter morning when I pulled up the curtain  of our bedroom window after a night of sound sleep.

Snowing outdoor viewed from our window

A window view of snowy morning from our living room window on a quiet Friday morning.

A snowy night when the street light was on

A quick oil sketch from our window at night.

Looking over the hedges

a quick oil sketch of the grove of trees in the late afternoon sunshine.

Light and shadow of a winter afternoon

A winter view on Balmoral Bay. Painted this view across the street facing the dazzling sunlight.

Winter moon

A quick oil sketch of the full moon night when the clouds dissipated revealing a full moon in the wintry sky.

On a dark snowy night

A quick oil sketch of a view from our door into the dark and snowy night when the street light injected a sense of warmness into the cold winter night.

A dark and gloomy Saturday afternoon

The air was pregnant with snow. A quick sketch through the window looking  into our backyard.

Kirkcaldy Heights School of Brandon

Painted a view of Kirkcalday Heights School around 11 o'clock on the Th Day of the Th month of this year 2011.  Added the figures afterwards to add to the feel of school in session. It was a bit windy and bit cloudy but when the sun broke out of the clouds it certainly looked beautiful with a thin layer of fresh snow on the grounds.

A gleam of sunlight

Cloudy all day long until late in the afternoon when the sun broke out of the clouds briefly.

A full moon evening

It is so beautiful, the full moon in the sky just moment after the sunset. 

Lit up by the last glow

Always beautiful to look at when the last light of sunshine was receding at the end of the day.

A glimpse over the hedges into sunset sky

A quick oil sketch before supper when the last glow of the day lit up the horizon.

A window view in the morning

Pulling up the curtain revealed a beautiful view of the first winter like  morning.

First accumulation of snow on the hedges

A quick oil sketch of the hedges with first accumulation of snow in the afternoon.

After the first snow fall, the sun came out in the morning

The first glimpse into a sunny winter morning.

In the street light

My first glimpse into a winter night  in the street light.

The first snow

This was what looked like after the first snow fall this year when it was so dark outside late in the afternoon.

On a cloudy and foggy morning

What a contrast to the sunny and bright yesterday! A quick oil sketch at the door.

Balmoral Bay before the encroaching shadow late in the afternoon

Painted this view of Balmoral Bay late in the afternoon when the warm sunny sky was giving way to the somberness of night.

first light at dawn

A quick oil sketch from our window early in the morning at the crack of dawn.

Facing the sunset moment

A bad migraine headache kept me in bed almost all day long . When I got out of bed it was late in the afternoon already. Sitting at the table, and  looking out of the window, I did a quick oil sketch on my pochade box on a piece of wrinkled canvas.

My quiet corner

Lost count of how many times I have painted on this particular spot behind the hedges. If I line up all the paintings painted from this location there will be a nice visual chronicles of the change of the seasons throughout the years.