Dragon Hood

"Dragon Hood"
A Myth from the Oregon Wilds – Painted by Peter Bogdanov
Long ago, before the trails were carved and the maps were drawn, Mount Hood was not a mountain—it was a sleeping dragon.
The old ones whispered of a time when fire roared beneath the pines, and scales as wide as cedar trunks shimmered in the morning mist. The creature had curled itself into the earth, its breath rising as steam through the forest floor, its heart pulsing lava into the roots of the mountain. The locals called it Dragon Hood, protector and destroyer, dreamer and beast.
Peter Bogdanov painted this tale from memory—not his own, but the memory of the land itself. Inspired by the misty wilderness of Oregon and the wild, magical years his family spent beneath Mount Hood’s shadow, he conjured this vision with reverence and awe.
The painting reveals the dragon not in fury, but in watchful slumber. Its eyes are closed, yet it sees. Its wings, disguised as crag and snowfield, stretch across the sky like forgotten myths. Flame flickers subtly in the background, more memory than menace. Trees bow in its presence, rivers curl around its body like offerings.
Look long enough, and you’ll hear the wind tell the story:
Of a beast so old it became landscape.
Of a mountain that remembers being alive.
Of a family that lived beneath its breath and left with the fire still glowing in their bones.
Dragon Hood is not just a painting. It is a relic from a fairytale that Oregon never quite let go.