From Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming
It was early morning as we hurriedly rolled out of bed for an early morning raft ride on the Snake River. Here, in the Grand Teton National Park, Nature remained unclothed in her raw beauty, shorn of kiosks and stalls, tourists and clangor.
All was quiet.
I was perched upon a tall boulder taking the sunrise in. As we waited for our raft to be readied, I heard a shriek in the skies above.
A lone osprey had nabbed a large fish that struggled for release from its grip. The backdrop couldn’t be more resplendent – the sky was a bold yet riotous palette of colors, and the looming mountains were kissed with colors of pink and gold. Another raft had paused nearby to take in this scene of an early morning by the Snake River.
I took in this beauty in my memory and recreated this in my Chicago studio with several washes of acrylic paint, often trying to capture the brilliance in pointillist dots of three colors loaded in my size 2 brush!
– In my new book Rambles into Sacred Realms: Exploring Divinity through Pen and Paint, I invite readers to experience such adventure and imagery illustrating my travels.