Frosted woods

Frosted woods is dear to me. I was tromping through the woods on a frosty, late December afternoon. The sun was going down. I was cold. I came across a tangle of vines, brambles and branches. Much of the wood and stalks were quite lavender, blue and crimson. It felt like a scene from an abandoned, enchanted, wintery land or a movie set or something. Anyway, I set my stuff up and began to paint. As most often happens in cold-weather painting, my fingers got stiff, my feet got cold, my nose began to run...but I felt locked in and excited with what was happening. Some days are like that : )

7.5" x 9" / acrylic on canvas