These Artists Will Change Your Mind About Winter

I hate snow. Which means I most especially hate this week of the year. The week winter begins. It means snow could come. Or, G*d help us, snow is already here. I know, bah humbug. Still ...

I did like it once. Laughed my way through an eight-foot snowstorm years ago in Boston. But I was young. Now ... not so much. Although every time I look at this painting it takes me back to those happy Boston snow days.

Frederick Childe Hassam (he never used the was his first. I visit the picture every time I'm at the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, and a postcard of it is taped up next to my bed. It exactly captures how I felt in the three winters I spent there. Cold. A little melancholy at sundown. But mostly content, loving the crisp air, the charming old buildings, the smell of the park. And the pink twilight.