| The limbs of a gnarled old oak tree, reeking of inner turmoil, stretch out in greeting to the neat, almost prissy, manicured park above. Located in Piedmont Park, this site is near my home. The oak tree was very old, a combination of being both majestic and almost menacingly untamed. Unfortunately, a wild wind storm uprooted the old tree and it had to be taken out. I still miss the old tree. But I visit it once again each time I look at my painting. |
