In winter, at the end of February, there are those beautiful days when the sun is already starting to warm in the crown, the shadows change their shade, and the spirit of spring is already in the air. And like snow still lies, but nature is already awakening, and the heart is filled with sweet and joyful anticipation of the first warmth and the first colors. Waiting for spring, and with it and a new, joyful and light stage, which thin lace is about to begin to be written out with spats and the first herbs through a white sheet of melting snow.
This time is magical and barely catchable...
By the way, while I was writing this picture, the park managed to fall snow:)
The ends of the painting are painted, the image itself is covered with a layer of varnish to protect against dust and moisture.