Glory of Winter

Travel and art are two of my passions. And when a great adventure inspires an exciting work of art, it’s doubly delightful for me.

Nanette and I recently went on a skiing trip here Yosemite National Park, and it was this experience that inspired my Glory of Winter. This thrilling view of Bridal Veil Falls, thundering at the head of a Yosemite Valley blanketed in snow and blessed by an unaccustomed solitude is no figment of my imagination. It’s a faithful portrayal of a scene that Nanette and I were privileged to witness during an unforgettable ski adventure.

We stayed in a snug cabin in the winder-quiet park, strapped on our skis at the door, and set out into the pristine whiteness of the great valley. Suddenly, a brilliant bean of sunlight broke through the clouds, illuminating the distant falls and looming mountains as if in a spotlight. I was reminded that God truly is the great theatrical designer, the master of dramatic lighting, and the real author of Glory of Winter. I skied out into Yosemite Valley a second time – in moonlight. The effect was ethereal, haunting. I haven’t painted that scene yet, but I haven’t forgotten it either.