Moonlight

This is my first attempt at a night painting. I have seen the most amazing, beautiful sights late at night here in the mountains. The moon comes up over the mountains. It's cold and windy that high up. The wind blows the snow straight up into the sky and the light of the moon shines right through it. Just to see the way the moonlight reflects off the snow on the mountains at night is shear poetry. Or when there's no moon, the snow almost glows. The soul comprehends, sky and mountains, the immensity and its own minuscule self.