Some places just become part of your bones, don’t they? This sketch of the aspens along Hebgen Road holds a lifetime of that sort of belonging for me. My great-great-grandfather first came to this mountain escape, and now...five generations on...I have the joy of bringing my grandchild there. It’s a place where the noise of the world fades, and you remember what actually matters. The simple, happy days we’ve shared there...family gathered together, no screens, no rush, just the rhythm of the wind in the trees and the crunch of the path beneath your boots...are woven into who I am. I sketched this aspen stand as a quiet tribute to those moments—those anchors in life that help us find our roots again, and remind us who we are.
