On the 18th of September I drove from Bend to Sisters. I was awed by the mountains. I see them almost everyday, but there was something magic about them on that day. There had been an early snowfall that dusted the land above about 4500 feet. I don’t know what it was, maybe the combination of the light, the snow, a few puffy clouds that made it seem like something magic was in the air.
Yesterday I spent most all day in my studio. In the afternoon I was inspired to play with the North and Middle Sister. There are a hundred things I would change in this painting, but not till next time