11x14 Oil on Canvas, Wood Frame. Inspired by the memory of living on the ridge over James River as a child in the white farmhouse my Grandma also grew up in. In the mornings the fog would rise off the water between the hills. The rising sun would reflect from it and it looked like a cloud of fire. When I looked at this I thought of Sunday school Old Testament stories of Moses following the pillar of fire from Egypt and I thought maybe this was God, appearing in the hills as a literal cloud of permeating fire slowly sliding up the bluff.