By now we all know that my skills and patience with photography are like the trees I paint….
18 x 24 inch canvas
acrylics, marker and pencil
It feels good to be creating again

…and there is something wonderful going on in this painting

close up of the same painting

John Muir on trees:

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship.  But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.  Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves.  No wonder the hills and groves were God’s first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.