WHEN THE RUBY RANGE’s aspens turned gold last autumn, Shaun Horne was there, brush in hand. When severe winter storms heaped snow on the twelve-thousand-foot peaks, Shaun Horne was there, brush in hand. When spring’s long-awaited warmth triggered a huge melting event and the local waterfalls finally gushed, Shaun Horne was there, brush in hand.
“I’m not so much of a painter as a looker,” he says, dabbing at the palette of rainbowed oils resting on his forearm. “All I’m interested in is seeing nature.” Pause. “Painting is
