|The view across Hope Valley to Stevens Peak.|
The summer that I had visited Hope Valley I was taken by the wide alpine meadow, cradled among the mountains and bisected by its boulder strewn creek—it had a very pastoral feel. Here I was again, now in the New Year experiencing a very different valley.
The sky was a crisp blue, with the sunlight bouncing off a carpet of snow. As I dropped down into the valley I was taken by the view of the mountains to the south and how they were veiled by a screen of trees in the foreground. A tracery of bare metallic aspens with a strong vertical emphasis and the wave like forms of the pine branches complemented the blue shadowy mass of the mountain in the distance.
|The final painting.|