On a walk at Daniel Wright Woods this spring with some friends I noticed that the woodland phlox liked to hang out at the feet of the white oaks. I thought this made for a charming effect and so decided to paint it. I've painted a few tree trunks, now. I find myself attracted to the interface between the ground and trees that have grown to noble proportions. My eye enjoys following the nuances of the bark, as well as the juxtaposition of a massive tree and the delicate flowers beneath.
