It has occurred to me several times that if I have been negleting something in plein air for a long time, it is paintings with snow. The reason is obvious. I live in Prague and it just doesn’t snow here that much.

But this year I decided to be a little more proactive and take advantage of every opportunity. When it snowed in Prague, I was outside every day. And if not, I drove somewhere further where the snow fell.

Of course I was cold, naturally snowflakes got into my paints and then they became unusable paste and you bet that each time my fingers froze to the point that I was barely able to put things back to backpack. But discomfort and personal sacrifices are part of the story of painting in plein air.