On March 8th, 2026, at the age of 75, Brent Rosengrant departed this life, bound for the unknowable horizon.
Brent was a man of many interests, many loves.
Much of his time as a young man was spent with his feet off the ground and his head in the clouds. Literally. If it was a vessel that took to the skies, he was going to at least travel in it, if not fly it himself. From hang gliders to balloons, this man was in every sense of the word, obsessed with the vehicles of the sky. An Aeronaut was Brent.
Travel. Gosh, he loved to travel. Namibia was one of his most favorite places in the world. Germany and Indonesia too. He thought Guatemala was pretty neat as well. If you had said, “Brent, here’s a ticket to ——” his answer would always have been “YES!”.
Brent had the ability to see the world through a different lens. One of those people who had the knack to trap the real life moment into forever; the photograph. Many of you will know the “Old Flower Woman” print. Hopefully you have been lucky enough to see much of his work.
Brent loved the desert. Strange to love a place on the surface so barren, so extreme in temperature. Once, he spent 40 days camped in the desert, exclaiming upon his return that he would have loved to stay 40 more. He would say that in the desert you could hear and feel the earth hum.
He loved his three children. Contemplate the depth of those words and you’ll understand why no more needs to be said.
Bees and dragonflies. Lavender. Jade and amber. Guns and flyrods. Whiskey and shrimp. And ice cream every night. He had so much to love in this life.
Brent leaves behind the love of his life, Patricia Gardner. Together, they shared much love of many things.
Daughter and son-in-law, ilona & Vance, wish you, Brent, Godspeed in this new flight.
Son, daughter-in-law and grandson, Yan, Bethany & Shaw wish you, Brent, good traveling weather.
Son, daughter-in-law and granddaughters, Andre’, Julie, Sybil & Rowan wish you, Brent, winds at your back.
With love and condolences to all who knew him.
“Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother
and my sisters, and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people,
back to the beginning!
Lo, they do call to me. They bid me take my place among
them,
in the halls of Valhalla!
Where the brave may live forever!”