As our visit south drew to an end and with snow forecast we decided to stay in Arthurs Pass on the way home and see what the area looked like coated in white. After a wait we were greeted with fat, wet, heavy snowflakes which made it feel like a winter wonderland and got everyone very excited (us being from the warm tropics of Nelson).
Although it looks chilly, the snow falling straight down was a welcome respite from the gale force winds and the driving horizontal rain and sleet that we had recently experienced further south. The next morning we awoke to a silent morning with only the sound of branches cracking under the weight of snow. As the road reopened we explored the upper reaches of the Waimakariri River and watched the fog lift from the valley unveiling Mt Stewart.
Please keep checking back for more updates from our adventure further south and the paintings that will eventuate from this trip...
The walk begun with a run, well actually more like a jog, in boots. I dropped everyone at the start of the Waston Creek Route then drove back to the end of the Jameson Ridge Track, parked and jogged back. The track started as a grassy track, out in the open unrelenting sun, blasted by the wind and being directed on possibly the longest route around the Ella Stations Hop fields in the hottest...
Did you really like my newest painting 'Endless Evening at Lake Alexandrina'? If so you can now warm up your home with the golden hues of Autumn with a the fine art reproduction made from the original. With six sizes available to fit your space perfectly and capturing each
detailed brushstroke, the art print is just stunning in each size. Endless Evening portrays...
After quite some time I have completed 'Endless Evening at Lake Alexandrina'. Having visited the lake many times, this long calm evening pictured in the painting has been the most memorable. I arrived late on a balmy autumn afternoon having never visited before, and it was simply stunning, not a breath of wind with the last golden leaves grasping onto the tree branches. Time seemed eternal as the sun slowly sank behind the hills. More visits over the years...
