When you are alone with a mountain, I swear that you can feel and almost hear the energy. That's how the evening felt when I painted this view of "The Grand" in Grand Teton National Park. Clouds were flowing in from Idaho, split by the peak, as the sun began to set behind the mountain but not beneath the more distant horizon. Magical.
When you are alone with a mountain, I swear that you can feel and almost hear the energy. That's how the evening felt when I painted this view of "The Grand" in Grand Teton National Park. Clouds were flowing in from Idaho, split by the peak, as the sun began to set behind the mountain but not beneath the more distant horizon. Magical.