I had originally started this little pochade in the field on a trip to the Wallowas a few weeks ago. However, the light was changing, and I was tired so I put it aside. Then yesterday, I picked it up again. It is wet and cold here right now, so studio painting is theoption.

The Wallowa Mountains in Eastern Oregon are unique. Not only is the area reminiscent of the Swiss Alps, but the road to Wallowa Lake is actually the terminus--the end of the line. You "can get there from here," but you really can't use it as a stopping point. This remoteness just adds to its charm.