At a campsite in Goldstream Provincial Park, my 5 year old son, sitting at the picnic table, pointed straight up and said, “Dada, DADA! You should paint that.”
It is humbling to look up at those trees, at once intimidated and protected by them. It reminds me of what grownups looked like to me when I was little. We were all little once, and in a forest like this one, we all still are.
The original has sold, but limited edition prints are available here.