Fading Light
Trees remind me of quiet times as a child when I would climb a tree to escape the world below and just be still. To listen to the birds singing. To hide among the leaves and have that alone time was so important. There were so many big elm trees in my small town as well as old apple trees with low branches that made the climb a bit easier.
Trees remind me of quiet times as a child when I would climb a tree to escape the world below and just be still. To listen to the birds singing. To hide among the leaves and have that alone time was so important. There were so many big elm trees in my small town as well as old apple trees with low branches that made the climb a bit easier.
Trees remind me of quiet times as a child when I would climb a tree to escape the world below and just be still. To listen to the birds singing. To hide among the leaves and have that alone time was so important. There were so many big elm trees in my small town as well as old apple trees with low branches that made the climb a bit easier.
Unframed, acrylic on a cradled wood panel, 14” X 11”