Trees are like people with stories to tell. I spotted this one recently on the ACMIN property. It was still bare?from the stripping of fall. It was thawing from the wet and humid winter. The early spring sun had made its entrance, and it looked as if the tree was worshipping. Its branches were glistening with warm colors, like a gold menorah. No leaves, no fanfare, just simple, stretched out and bare branches.
8″ x 10″ acrylic on canvas