One winter afternoon in the NW neighborhood I grew up in I photographed a post-fallen snow scene to the left of my family's house. I later painted it on a previous painting that I covered first with gesso and primed-gray paint after solidly scrapping it free of bumpy unwanted excess impastoed paint for a smoother surface. Then I convincingly showed the viewer a blue-collared neighborhood in Washington, DC not as prestigious as more wealthy ones like Spring Valley or Georgetown but a solid working class one, a suburb actually lined with light-blue tall  spruce trees trully and coolly under snowfall on branches beautuifully still. The wintery afternoon blue sky I painted convincingly too to have later had this accepted in an appropriately enough winter-seasoned, December show at The Yellow Barn Gallery in Glen Echo, MD. in, around 2015 or 16.