as often do got out the watercolors and painted a familar scene that haunts and at the same time calls me to paint. Youngun by the name of Owen stood by. Gave the young hopeful the brush and asked him to make his stroke. With hesitation but excitement in his eyes he dipped in the paint and gingerly started to make strokes within the tree. Magical...the moment.
Yes Oren, Have kept your strokes atop the great Pine.