Windy  (Uintas)

Wind fascinates me.  When I was a kid I would climb as high as I dared in huge conifer pines and ride them in the high wind... and sometimes I still do as an adult.  The whole world is reeling and that pine smell is on every gust as your hair covers your eyes and you hear the rush of the bows fanning you, waving you on. 

I love this piece because of the contrast and the movement.  The paint for the pines also came out with beautiful texture that makes them pop out, like another level of realness. 

Uinta Mountains, Utah.

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