Watercolor Wednesday

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After two weeks, we’re still shoveling our way out of a persistent white blanket of snow.

Published by elenacaravela

My world is a wonder of visual candy and foreboding shadow shapes vying every waking moment for my full attention.

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  1. Wow! This is spectacular. Love it! As do I love my neighbours who shovel their walks. 😉
    A gorgeous share. With gratitude, Gina

  2. Wooow how much I love this sketch!
    An industrious man who removes snow and color is excellent distributed, light and shadow creates apparel of man.
    Thank you so much for sharing with us, dear Elena!
    Big hugs, Ştefania! 🙂

  3. The colours are beautiful – “brrrrr” indeed! We’ve not had a flake of snow here in Norfolk, therefore I’m quite jealous of those who have!

  4. sorry-désolée for the snow, but your painting is simply stunnin’… HL=huge like and congrats… 🙂 admiration and respect, Miss Elena… bonne continuation & cheers! Mélanie

  5. The snow is beautiful, though I’m sure it can get tiresome shoveling daily. I am so happy the sun is out. It’d been missing for what felt like weeks. I’d only be too happy if at least there was a blanket of snow for some beauty! 🙂

  6. Perfect Elena – the figure position it just shows the heavy job of removing snow. Wishing you an early Spring, it has to be right around the corner.

  7. harumph! (giggles) i thought i was going to drive my son 90 miles to Occupational therapy but NOPE, the crackle and crunch of sleet pinging off of the window and now a coating of ice on the flowering sand cherry outside of the window…

    I must say though, that the ice is the type that has the bubbly fog appearance on the branches, perhaps I might slog through the snow later to get an image. it’s right over the buried in snow Green Man. I wonder if he should like it if I dug him out.

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