Lonesome Peak rises above the valley near Tabernash, not far from Winter Park, Colorado, its slopes still covered in late snow that glows against the deep blue shadows of the surrounding hills. The air here feels thinner and clearer, as if every sound has to travel farther. The light shifts quickly in the high country, but for a brief moment it catches on the mountain’s edge, turning the snow into something almost luminous.
This painting holds that quiet instant between storm and calm, where distance feels endless and yet the landscape seems close enough to touch.
