When I get near the end of making a painting, I start thinking about the title. I don't know how often I find myself wishing I hadn't used a particular title in a previous painting, because this painting would suit that title so much more perfectly. Such is the case with this piece, from a roadside store near the Canadian border, which would be another candidate for a painting titled, "Winter Light"--it's that crisp, cold light that just hints at being warm. And if you stand in it for long enough, you do in fact begin to feel warm. If it's warm immediately, then it's spring.