Art

The artwork that adorns my walls has evolved through the years. It has become a collection of the places we have been and people we have met. My first framed piece of artwork is my sister's. That little stippled tree frog has followed me everywhere. Then a friend and colleague of Ron's shared his work. Thus began my humble, eclectic collection so many years ago, but each piece has a story.

Our latest piece which just arrived a couple days ago is dear to our hearts...it is Montana from the eyes of a local artist and friend. The mine Ron worked at is tucked behind this mountain.

Montana is beginning to look a bit like this as fall nips the air. And we feel that familiar tug on our hearts as we gaze at the view of the Boulder. The kids pause, and I can see that faraway look in their eyes. A bit of heart still resides in Montana.