Snow Pack
1997
oil, 29" x 41"

I had my first, proper introduction to the timber wolf on a windswept mountainside in southern Colorado, where a group of people were looking after forty-eight of these superb predators. It was a chilly April morning with patches of snow lying on the ground and the wolves were still wearing their winter coats. I was mesmerized by their cold, yellow, intelligent eyes and, when they moved in long, loping strides, was reminded of the hunting dogs of Africa.