This egg tempera painting was inspired by the feeling and sights of mid-winter in the Colorado Rockies.
I woke before dawn and stepped out into the crisp air. There was a fresh layer of snow dusting the grass and trees. I sought refuge, visiting ‘old friends’ that I have come to know, traveling this well-worn path.
The sun rose slowly over the eastern plains. The angle low on the horizon, the light weak. Clothed in a blanket of fog, the city had disappeared. Gentle and illusive, a warm glow of winter sun filtered through the churning fog. Long past it’s prime, the tree stood in a shimmering coat. Proud, strong and beautiful.