Procession, 5x7, Acrylic/Canvas

Here are some nonsensical, rambling journal notes that a younger version of myself wrote while leaning on this very tree...

...and the sky blue sky hides every shade of yellow, and there is red in the leaves that are every green ever grown, and the growing green grasses hide their orange bellies from the violet eyes of apricot sunsets...and even the empty air flutters like butterfly wings...

and it goes on and on. Maybe I lean on trees too much.
But I don't think so.