My Granddaughter received a camera for her birthday. I have had the joy of teaching her to use it and take pictures of things she sees. Recently she went on a trip with her Mom to visit one of her Great Aunts and took her camera with her. From her seat in the car, she took a series of pictures of trees along the roadside. I asked her if she wanted to delete them. She said, “No Grandma. They are beautiful. They are our trees!” I thought about that for awhile and decided that I had forgotten a time when I lived for a little time in the southwest. I remember missing the trees and the smell of the damp and the shadows the trees created on a landscape. I remember returning to this area and all I could see for awhile were the trees. This looks like much of Indiana along the roadsides in the country, here. There is a simple beauty to the trees year round. I would have to agree with her. They are beautiful.
I painted the above scene on masa paper. I did not do a drawing, first. I just painted what I saw and felt from the discussion she and I had. I wonder if her visions and thoughts about the trees she sees prompted the painting she did a few weeks ago:
Makes me wonder.