Wonderfully atmospheric painting of snow flurries on Mont Ventoux one dark winter evening called 'Snowfall on Mont Ventoux' by John O'Grady

Snowfall on Mont Ventoux, ©John O’Grady, 2013
Acrylic on Panel, 6″x 6″

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The summit of Mont Ventoux is now shrouded in snow and it glistens in the deep blue Provençal sky.
As I was coming back from Avignon yesterday evening, it dominated the landscape.

I got to  thinking about the snow falling silently on the Giant of Provence and how quiet it must be up there as night fell.

Then in a stream of consciousness,  I thought of that painfully beautiful part in the final paragraph of The Dead:

“Yes, the news­pa­pers were right: snow was gen­eral all over Ire­land.
It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, fur­ther west­wards,
softly falling into the dark muti­nous Shan­non waves.
It was falling too upon every part of the lonely church­yard where Michael Furey lay buried.
It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and head­stones, on the spears of the lit­tle gate, on the bar­ren thorns.
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the uni­verse and faintly falling,
like the descent of their last end, upon all the liv­ing and the dead.”

The Dead
James Joyce

Don’t you just love snow?