When I was little, my Dad used to sing this old folk song quite a bit. The first verse is the one that has stayed with me, and it's the first two lines I find running through my head the most.
The Fox
Oh, the fox went out on a chilly night
And prayed for the moon to give him light
For he had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o
He had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o
Trees stand, often spanning several human generations, as silent witnesses to events great and small. Trees are a theme I come back to paint again and again because there are endless ways to depict them. These are trees against a pre-dawn, moonlit sky.
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