I’d spent my fourth and final October night at the isolated Kingshouse hotel in Glencoe, hoping for a worthwhile view, and had all but given up hope. However on drawing back the curtains I could see the mountain (Buachaille Etive Mor) lit up pink by the rising sun. I leapt out the door half dressed and captured the view with my camera. 15 minutes later the cloud had crept up the valley and cut the light. This painting shows the effect at its best, with the top of the mountain orange as more of the wavelengths of light reached there than the base.
the Buachaille At Dawn (Glencoe) is painted in oil on board