Some long rays of sun reached us this afternoon. But cold, damp windy gusts kept us from taking a long walk. I've always loved the look of the dried flowers and grasses sticking up through the snow. Many years ago, my late husband and I wanted to start buying art for our home. We saw a painting by William Allister that we loved, but it was too expensive. We settled on a small canvas - very reminiscent of this winter scene.
My photograph doesn't do it justice. Allister was a distant friend of my parents. He was a Canadian artist and writer who wrote a novel of his time as a POW during the second world war: A Handful of Rice. You can learn more about Allister here.
