Golden Queen

Today this magnificent cotton wood poplar caught my attention. All week I have been painting portraits of trees in their autumn splendour. Consequently I'm starting to see trees not merely as individuals, but posessing their own personalities.

Acknowledging that this is an anthropomorphic conceit, I nevertheless see this lovely tree with its sinuous curving beauty as female. Not only but also a queen among her courtiers.

So different from the big bonsai, or the gnarled old willow, hanging over their river bank, she stands tall and proud in the center of the park, surrounded by younger lesser trees. Even so, she holds the eye with her noble grace.

Sigh.

Tomorrow. (Weather permitting), the "Red Baron"...



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