Some mornings in Colorado arrive so quietly you feel like the world is holding its breath. Mirror Lake, near Tabernash, is one of those places. Pines stand at the water’s edge, their shapes doubled in reflection. Beyond them, the mountains rise soft and muted, their slopes brushed with mist that makes them feel both close and untouchable.
The stillness of the water becomes part of the painting, carrying hints of sky and tree together until the line between them almost disappears. This piece leans into that hushed mood, where color softens, edges blur, and time seems to stretch. Mirror Lake is less about what you see than what you feel standing there: the calm of cool air, the weight of quiet, and the sense that you’re looking at something both fleeting and eternal.
