Christmas Eve in the Mountains
Little white churches in the country are part of my childhood, and the soft yellow glow cast onto the snow from the windows was always a sweet warmth breaking through the night chill. I couldn’t resist the tiny presence of the bird and the visit of some deer near the woods as a small hint of the life around us and the delightful gifts they bring.
Little white churches in the country are part of my childhood, and the soft yellow glow cast onto the snow from the windows was always a sweet warmth breaking through the night chill. I couldn’t resist the tiny presence of the bird and the visit of some deer near the woods as a small hint of the life around us and the delightful gifts they bring.
Little white churches in the country are part of my childhood, and the soft yellow glow cast onto the snow from the windows was always a sweet warmth breaking through the night chill. I couldn’t resist the tiny presence of the bird and the visit of some deer near the woods as a small hint of the life around us and the delightful gifts they bring.
Oil on Canvas, 11x14, 2016