The tree… standing in the meadows.. like a sentinel in the grasses.. A lone tree holds a different kind of mystery especially when the land around it is expansive. You feel compelled to walk down and look at it. Why is this tree so lonesome? It invites contemplation…. it calls out to you,“Look at me.. I am alone but still I survive and survive well!” This tree is a view from my studio window and everyday I watch it.. it’s like a friend to me watching over me… I see it in different seasons.. sometimes dry sometimes lush.. but always adding cheer to my life. It’s like however chaotic my day could have been, however sad I might be, however confused I could be or how happy I was that day.. this tree is always there… offering unending comradeship and looking at it I realize somethings don’t change. It is a rock solid support. “My zen moment“ #oilpainting