a 2025 calendar

I was born in the largest alpine valley in the world. I was raised in a desert with the brightest stars you have ever seen. I was well acquainted with the winds that blew off the mountains and across the valley floor. I can still feel the prick of the cactus that made its way into my foot as I ran barefoot across the parched and powdered summer earth.

I’m grown now. I moved far away. I miss those days. I miss standing and watching the sunset turn the sky into beautiful golden hues. I miss watching the sun’s last rays create sparkling windows of gold on the dark mountain slopes. I miss the crunch of boots on the trail as we hiked in the frosty morning air; up a trail so steep. I miss the breathtaking views and calling those peaks by name.

I sit down at my desk, creating these places. It feels like home as I mix familiar colors. Sage green. Mountain blues. It feels like home as my brush trails across the canvas, creating familiar places.