Peaceful and serene Rock Creek, downstream from the mountains and Red Lodge, Montana. The ice and snow are still there, but the temperature outside is starting to moderate
A little artistic liberty on the positioning of things in this painting, but anyone who has hiked around near the summit of the Going-to the-Sun Road in Glacier National Park (Logan Pass) will recognize this prominent peak. If you look closely, you can see a lone hiker enjoying a beautiful summer’s day as he heads away over the crest of the trail. Wildlife, wildflowers, and wild tourists abound in this part of the park.
From my years of driving trucks, I’ve seen this view from my windshield a thousand times. This particular scene is in Northwestern North Dakota…perhaps Highway 5 nearing the small town of Crosby. The sun is coming up and everything seems to be heading that direction in the linear geography of the upper great plains. There is beauty in it’s quietness. By the way, some of my titles are meant to honor artist’s who I have always admired, by using the title of one of their paintings in my own title. This one for Edward Hopper, but you’ll have to guess which painting.
A little thing I did for a miniature paintings show at a delightful gallery on Montana Avenue in Billings, called Sunrise Gallery. My favorite local craft beer.
A clear winter’s day at Big Sky, MT with Lone Mountain rising up behind the locally treasured Soldier’s Chapel.
Driving past the small town of Manhattan, MT one night, I was struck by the differences in “skylines” between MT and NY!
The setting is the Seeley-Swan valley of Northwest Montana, on a sunny and warm September day. Some of the Western Tamarack trees in the background are just starting to turn gold. These are the only conifers whose needles turn gold and drop to the ground in Autumn.
Pilot and Index peaks in Wyoming, near Cooke City, MT. The Cooke City to East Rosebud trail comes through this area. When my two sons were each in their twenties, they made me hike this 26 mile trail with them “backwards”, from East Rosebud lake to the Cooke City side. It’s almost all uphill going that way. Thought it was going to kill me!
In the Mission Valley of Northwestern Montana. Most every painting I have ever done has trees in it, because I love trees of every kind. This young Fir is silhouetted by the glowing Mission peaks on a late summer evening.
Having lived in uptown Butte for awhile, I frequently found myself walking past an amazing array of historic buildings. This particular day I was gazing upward at the old Metals Bank sign, just as a modern commercial jet was flying over. The juxtaposition of the old with the new was striking. I believe that the defunct bank is now home to an excellent sports bar!