How I wish it would snow where I live; If only to have opportunity to capture beatiful scenes on canvas, such as these by the artists I admire most.

"The Magpie" (top) has always been a particular favorite painting of mine. It's creater is none other than Claude Monet (1840-1926), the name most associated with Impressionism today. Monet endeavored to render the fleeting affect that sun and shadow created in this icy landscape, on location near Etretat, using pale colors, and suptle tonalities; Notice the importance placed on the shadows in the forground snow, adding interest to the composition.
Though rejected by the jury of the 1869 salon (just five years before the first Impressionist exhibition in 1874), this piece still garners praise today, by artist's and art lovers accross the globe (and rightly so).

Like Monet, Alfred Sisley (1839-1899), an associate of Monets, painted snow covered landscapes using an inpressionistic brushstroke technique. Though not nearly as popular, Sisley was none the less an exceptional artist, whose critical work has greatly contributed to the art world, as his panting "Snow at Louveciennes" (right) makes quite clear. From viewing this piece, one can accurately see his unique sensitivity, and use of color harmony.

Lastly, a contemporary master, Richard Schmid (b. 1934-) often paints the snow laden locale of New England (among other seasonally frozen terrains, found in the US). Though I haven't been informed as to where this particular "Victorian Winter" (above left) took place, it is, in and of itself, captivating; A hauntingly beautiful piece depicting an old Victorian abode covered with fresh snow. Another of Schmid's many wintery landcapes of note, is "Snow Maples" (below).
As I learn to accept the gross lack of frozen water desending from above my part of the country (with the help of friends in colder climates, offering to package a snowman and send it my way), I will continue dreaming of removing myself from this golden state, if only for a moment, to a much colder place, paint brush in hand, ready to capture, and keep, snow laden memories of my own.