Large chunks of icy snow kept blowing into my eyes and I could hardly
see at times, making this morning's bike ride a source of valuable
insight into
the varied winter conditions one can expect in the coming months. It was well worth it as I discovered slabs of ice piled all
along the North Saskatchewan River's shores... I was struck by the
thought of the river's immensity, and was reminded of
a Romantic era painting I encountered in art history class decades ago... Again, I fought the snow
falling and melting on the page as I attempted to sketch the frigid
river. I lost the struggle, and attempted to salvage the images by
applying washes later at home.
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