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This piece, "Brighton's Gold," was painted just one week before the mountain's first snow, capturing a moment I've carried for decades. It's a tribute to the scent of Girls Camp at Brighton—that rich, deep, yet not-too-strong pine aroma that defined my childhood summers.
I once searched for that familiar fragrance in Germany's Black Forest and was disappointed when it wasn't there. That's when I realized the Rockies aren't just scenery; they are home.
If you could taste this place, it would be described as rich, deep, and aromatic. This painting embodies that feeling—the warmth of the sun on the golden aspens contrasted with the cool, deep green of the pines.
I've long considered our Utah mountains my true north. When I see them, I know I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.
This piece, "Brighton's Gold," was painted just one week before the mountain's first snow, capturing a moment I've carried for decades. It's a tribute to the scent of Girls Camp at Brighton—that rich, deep, yet not-too-strong pine aroma that defined my childhood summers.
I once searched for that familiar fragrance in Germany's Black Forest and was disappointed when it wasn't there. That's when I realized the Rockies aren't just scenery; they are home.
If you could taste this place, it would be described as rich, deep, and aromatic. This painting embodies that feeling—the warmth of the sun on the golden aspens contrasted with the cool, deep green of the pines.
I've long considered our Utah mountains my true north. When I see them, I know I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.