Ever since I was a little boy I've had a love affair with trees. Something about their height, reassuring canopy of leaves, soft sound of wind through their foliage and cover from the elements.
As a boy I delighted in climbing trees, building tree houses and just sitting up high, swaying gently to the breeze. Up there I could commune with the birds and see far off into the distance. It made me feel free.
Perhaps that's why I delight in painting trees. Not only do their upright structures provide some variety to the landscape, but their myriad colors, contortions and types area joy to the outdoor painter.
Make time for trees. When you venture out to paint or read in the fresh air, visit an old tree and relax for a bit. A lot of trees feel like old friends. I'll bet they contain some ancient wisdom, history and sense of patience. And if you sit beneath a tree long enough, who knows. Maybe some of that ancient wisdom will inspire you to great things.