The densely forested mountains of the eastern United States have been a part of my life at almost all times. In summer the humid air creates gauze curtains of atmosphere which partially obscure each layer of hills and forest in the distance. Near the end of a long journey from Alaska to Vermont, my late wife and I were camping in the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee. Forest fires in the west were raging and the smoke from far away was tinting the sunsets in rosy tones. One evening, the full moon was rising above the mountains and this image stuck with me for nearly 30 years between then and when I made this print.