An adolescent hemlock, curling up to sleep in the ever-deepening snow.
An ice-colour sketch of First Lake on Christmas day. The paint was freezing on the page in about 3 seconds.
A crew building an igloo (our guest-house) in a snowstorm. The igloo is actually quite a bit bigger than this, but composition won out over strict architectural accuracy.
A neighbouring cabin, bearing its roofload of snow well. While I painted this, a snowshoe hare came up to about 2m from me, sniffing the air because it knew that something was wrong, but not recognizing a human who doesn't move at all for 20 minutes.
And icicles on the edge of our roof - which is 14 feet above the ground but currently at eye level because of the snowpack.