“Though I wore heavy mittens, my fingers grew numb as I sketched this foggy, snow-drizzly scene onto a thick piece of wood.”—Meredith d’Ambrosio
The Disappearing Land
By Meredith d’Ambrosio
After a concert tour in France and Holland with “Haydn” (Eddie Higgins, my late husband), we took a side trip to visit with my sister and family in Verbier, Switzerland. I asked her to take me back to the hamlet she had shown me on my previous visit. Here was an opportunity to keep a self-made promise to return one day to the quaint and fascinating village of Verségères, snuggled high in the Alps. We’d walked through the ancient streets the first time she took me. Everywhere I looked was a potential painting. The most compelling views were glimpsed through narrow spaces between the log houses where, peeking through, was the snow-covered valley; the alpine mountain above it disappearing into cloud. You have not seen the last of me yet, Verségères!
For three consecutive years, Haydn and I went to Taos Ski Valley, where he played for five nights at a jazz party held in the Thunderbird Lodge. During the day, we would trudge along snow-packed paths and roads and explore for possible painting scenes. This watercolor is one of two completed paintings from the upper valley resort.
Though I wore heavy mittens, my fingers grew numb as I sketched this foggy, snow-drizzly scene onto a thick piece of wood. Beyond the bridge was normally bustling Watertown Square, but all one could discern was the faint outline of trees beyond the river’s bank.
Note: For more about Eddie Higgins, go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eddie_Higgins.