One early morning in the dunes I found this sand mound to paint. With the light to the east and the sky blue, it made great long shadows. After observing the shapes and roughing it in, I thought it really was like painting a small-scale mountain—about ten feet high. Instead of monumental cliffs with piles of rubble along the base, it was all sand held together mostly by the roots of dormant grasses struggling against the elements to hold their ground.
We may not have the Rockies here in the midwest, but it's still picturesque.
Sand Peak, oil, 10" x 10"