I’ve always loved running the trails in Broomfield, especially in the fall. As the grasses dry out, they turn golden and brittle, whispering and crackling in the wind — like the landscape is alive and speaking.
One of my favorite spots is the Ruth Roberts Open Space at Dillon and Hwy 287. In autumn, there’s a pumpkin patch nearby that you might recognize — a quiet reminder of the season.
I wanted to capture the beauty of those wild, waving grasses — their movement, their texture, their subtle color shifts. This piece is my stitched interpretation of that simple, sacred space.