With moody greens and a warm, glowing sky, the tree we stood under while fishing at summers end reached out to me like an old friend. My eyes were drawn to its blue green moss, making it look like a wise tribal elder. The earth reaches up toward it.

Made with texture and color in mind, moody expressive brush strokes were and flowing texture from the palette knife helped express the emotional attachment and fond memories that were had at the Fishing Tree.