Snow is a challenge to capture in watercolor. It requires use of the white of the paper — its negative space. I was not patient with this small watercolor painting. I wanted to capture the fleetingness of fresh snowfall. It can change so quickly and turn into a grey slush. There is a hint of the limbs of the trees and of a house and a porch. There is not much more detail, though, and just gestures of the leaves of the giant rhododendrons. Overall, I wanted to look at this painting and feel the quiet and the peacefulness in the scene (and the frostiness), which I actually experienced, standing outside taking it all in. This line from a poem by Claude McKay seemed to be a most appropriate and expressive caption.