…a poem as lovely as a tree…

When I was a child I spent many hours in the woods on our farm.  The trees were hundreds of years old.  There were pecan trees, oaks, and pines.  Circling the cultivated fields which stretched lengthwise through the middle of the farm was this wonderful forest.  There was a path that formed a semicircle from the house all the way around the fields until it emerged once again on the other side.  I knew every part of this path, exploring with my dog Shep.

It is perhaps for that reason I paint and sketch so many images of trees.  I try so hard to recapture those peaceful walks. 

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