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Since moving to Whitefish, I have attempted many times to figure out exactly where I took the original photo. I once even used other images from the same day to try and triangulate its location, without success. Then a thought emerged: maybe the foreground’s vast field is no longer empty due to population growth and development. The idea was sobering, because in my mind the location is preserved indefinitely. But the reality is my painting might be a record of something past versus present. Despite that possibility, I will continue to watch (and hope) for this specific stand of trees to unexpectedly appear again outside my car window. It might be more recognizable now with winter’s “white quilt” to match the photo. And if I don’t find it this month, I certainly won’t fret about the snow disappearing in January… or February… or March… or April…
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