When a rare First Snow fell
on the brilliant autumn woods near my home town of
Placerville, I rejoiced. The air was radiant with
the lights of two seasons - the flaming golds and
muted greens of the autumn woods, and the dazzling
white of a new winter snow.
The transition from one season to another is
filled with wonder. When, as in First
Snow, the dramatic change is the work of a
single night, the effect can be startling and
thrilling. I painted First Snow years ago,
but beauty is the
— Thomas Kinkade