Where we hangout…

Today speaking with a client, I was trying to explain my favorite place to feel closest to heaven.  It is almost as though God paints the scene different every single night. Some trees with tinly icicles on each needle, some delicately powdered with fluff on the top of each branch and then some totally encased in a frozen frosting. These thoughts led me to look at a folder of old shots up on the ski hill.

Probably my favorite thing is the way light shows through the trees almost as an invitation. Always a thrill and obviously a favorite of mine as I probably have 100+ shots similar to this in my reference photography. I have done paintings of this frequently…. this is one of my early oils.

Sun Thru Snowy Trees
That familiar sight as you ride a lift up the mountain anticipating a fun ride down.

The shadows are of my husband and I around 2001-02. This was an early morning right after a heavy snow that left the trees fully cloaked they looked like hunched over creatures in groups. I loved being on the ski patrol, getting up on the mountain for first tracks and watching the mountain transform from sleepy and dark to bright white. No better morning than that. On the hill the same location never looks the same.

Here is another early morning where I stood for 5-10 minutes in this spot taking shots so I could see how fast the colors changed.

Amazing isn’t it? Okay, so maybe I aspire to be a ski bum. My son gave me a sweat shirt with that on it. Yep.

Signed the Hawaiian  X-Ski Patroller

Christmas Break Skiing

Have not been painting this week, am instead enjoying our winter. It is a beautiful world of powder and clear days up here in the mountains. Just heavenly, truely a skiiers paradise. We had a terrific week off (after Christmas) in the snow with our kids and our grandkids at 49 Degrees North Ski Resort skiing for four days out of the past seven. Two munchkins took ski lessons (3 ea) and we watched them transform from “never-ever” to pretty darn good skiiers and snowboards.

It was a check off of my bucket list to make sure the boys learned to ski before I depart. Thank you Rachel and Stephen.