As someone who literally likes to hug trees and enjoys learning about and categorizing growing things, this work draws us in by helping us feel as if we are that child, pausing in the breeze, waiting to get closer to this magnificent tree as it transitions to the next season
Reminds me of a catalpa tree at my grandparents farm, that stood by their farm house. I love the long bean pods- those light strings remind me of the “magical” pods...
The tree looks old, rooted in sadness and strength. The lights could be her memories, pinpricks of hope she shares with the girl. Who planted her? What mystery brought the child here through the hidden hills? I wonder...
It makes me think of the immensity of God.
I love trees, i love white lights and i love mountains. What's not to love about this?:)
As someone who literally likes to hug trees and enjoys learning about and categorizing growing things, this work draws us in by helping us feel as if we are that child, pausing in the breeze, waiting to get closer to this magnificent tree as it transitions to the next season
The girl reminds me of my granddaughter Lily who loves to climb trees and look up in the sky.
I'm aware of my smallness against the backdrop of creation's beauty. Yet I don't feel vacant, but mysteriously full.
Reminds me of a catalpa tree at my grandparents farm, that stood by their farm house. I love the long bean pods- those light strings remind me of the “magical” pods...
The tree looks old, rooted in sadness and strength. The lights could be her memories, pinpricks of hope she shares with the girl. Who planted her? What mystery brought the child here through the hidden hills? I wonder...
what a neat painting. Love the title too