Not a snow scene: a 12x12 oil on canvas of Spring Street in the fall, and early in the morning.
After seeing the movie Mr. Turner, I started reading about him. There's a story that a particular landscape did not sell for a long time, and the eventual buyer said that it was "indistinct." Turner either said in response, "Indistinctness is my fault," or "Indistinctness is my forte." I love it that indistinctness underlies his indistinctness.