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Trees are so beautiful


There is something truly beautiful about trees..Each one is so different.They just stand and grow..patient,steadfast,all enduring,rock solid and a mute witness to life...Ever growing,ever changing,yet ever the same tree.

Plan to paint a whole series on trees..This is my first.It is from a photograph I clicked when we were driving on a nice road journey to a quaint place by the sea..Really enjoyed that drive.

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  1. The tree looks a little hurried..you need to use more water when painting!

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