BEAVER POND
I was the Artist in Residence at Rocky Mountain National Park for two weeks. Despite the rangers’ apologies for the less-than-perfect weather, I felt truly fortunate. Each day, I was treated to the spectacle of rolling thunderheads passing over the mountains, providing me with dramatic skies and refreshing, pure mountain air. Out west, they have their mountains. We, in Florida, have our clouds. But here, I had the privilege of experiencing both. What more could I have wished for?