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“Snow—Maroon Creek” February 14, 2003— After arriving the night before with my wife Cindy, I woke to snow and snowing. Headed up Maroon Creek; found a spot next to a bridge. Set up and began to paint. Snowed all day, heavy at times, beautiful, soft. A grey cold day, I was aware of the stillness and quiet as the snow fell – my heart was warm, my fingers and toes cold. |
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