Just let my mine take a trip through memory lane. Remembered where my daughter lives, there is a bit old tree next to a little stream which looks like he is looking after all that is around he so to speak.
The old man looked so majestic, so tall and proud. So much bigger than all the other trees as though he was their protector, that I just had to paint this old man just in case we lost him to development. At this moment he is still standing, but for how much longer I don't know, as they are developing all round the old man.
I might just be an old fool, but once these majestic trees are gone, they can never be replaced.
oil on pre-stretched tripple primed canvas