I hiked up Hollyburn Mountain today. The snow that fell a couple weeks ago had melted away last week, so it was an easy walk, sunshine and bare ground, which are both exceptional in mid-November. But it was -5C and breezy at the top. That meant, first off, that the whiskey jacks felt they were entitled to all the crackers I'd brought for lunch. It also meant that my paint froze right away, followed by my brush, followed by myself. The roughness of the sky is because it is very hard to do a smooth wash when you're pushing little flakes of tinted ice around on the page. But the Canadian wine industry has made a lucrative market of ice wine - maybe Canadian painters can cash in on "icecolour paintings".