In this work, the night air is brittle, the sky speckled with frozen stars, the snow-covered landscape as barren as the moon that washes it in pale light. There is nothing left to sustain the will to resist, or even to go on. In the final decade of his life, Remington embraced his art with renewed passion. He, who had been a master of action, a storyteller in line and paint, became a student of mood, infusing his night paintings with a brooding intensity.