The hardy souls who enjoy snow sports in the north, cavorting in the spindrift, can well relate to Robert Louis Stevenson’s sense of winter in his poem Winter-Time: “The cold wind burns my face, and blows/Its frosty pepper up my nose.” (Stevenson RL. A Child’s Garden of Verses. New York, NY; Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers; 1999:40.) For Canadian painter Clarence Alphonse Gagnon (1881-1942), despite sojourns to warmer realms, he loved best his native land of Quebec, and for him, a low mercury reading was immaterial. With crayon-colored palette, he narrated his nostalgia for the old ways of Québécois life, often pictured set against a snowy backdrop.
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