8″ × 16″, oil on linen (2010) Tombstone Valley, Yukon, Canada
Fall in the western Arctic is a sight to behold. In a land devoid of large trees, it is the ground that comes to fiery life when summer gives up its short reign. As we rolled south on the gravelly Dempster Highway, fresh snowfall in the mountains seemed to usher us out of the North. Digging my easel back out of our motorhome, I hiked out onto the tundra and found this view, for one last painting before our long journey home.