“Snow Ghost Vista” - There’s a certain kind of cold that only the high alpine knows—so crisp it almost crackles in the air. That’s exactly the feeling this scene brings back for me. In the alpine of Sun Peaks Resort in the deep heart of winter, the trees transform into “snow ghosts,” their shapes twisted and buried under layers of rime and powder until they look like silent sentinels guarding the ridge. I remember standing here, the world absolutely still except for the faint whisper of the wind brushing past the drifts. The sun hung low and brilliant, casting long blue shadows and turning the horizon into a soft band of gold. It was one of those moments where the cold didn’t matter—where you just stop, breathe it in, and feel lucky to witness the mountains at their most magical. This painting captures that quiet awe: the surreal shapes, the glowing sky, and the sense of being high above everything, surrounded by winter’s wild imagination.