Snow, like different types of faith, can get trampled on, disrupted, and turned over.  In the painting for Chapter 15, I present what could be an aerial view of snow, with a straight line shooting across, much as I shot down the mountain - terrified before Mitt extended a helping, ski-gloved hand.  However, I also wanted to show how faith is complicated, different churches are marred with different problems, and we should work out our own salvation with fear and trembling… instead of being so eager to draw lines of demarcation.