Boulder is the type of place, that whenever I leave... I'm always happy to return. No matter if it was a day trip to the mountains, or an overseas adventure for weeks, the Flatirons are always a sight for sore eyes. This is my rendition of the Flatirons from Marshall Mesa, looking Northwest...(of course there's some super-psychedelic butterflies and hairy purple flowers thrown into the mix for kicks) This piece completes the compass for me, so-to-speak. I have drawn the Flatirons from the west, north, east, and now, the south... it all tends to come full-circle as I find myself diggin this place as much as I did the day I first moved here...