Trees, trees against the sky –
O I have loved them well!
There are pleasures you cannot buy,
Treasures you cannot sell,
And not the smallest of these
Is the gift and glory of trees….
So I gaze and I know now why
It is good to live – and to die….
Trees and the Infinite Sky. Robert Service
A night sky in Autumn…where does the tree stop and the sky start?…is the tree the sky or the sky the tree?….they are lovers here, now, and forever more..
Watercolour on Arches Not Paper…