The first is a drawing of a tree that had a very pronounced, wizened face in it's trunk for two years, jutting out above a distinct profile of another, less weathered-looking face. Last year the wizened face looked as though it was crying sap. This year, that face is almost obliterated by a gnarly growth. I'll try to find earlier drawings that show the face. I miss him.
This one shows a section of Goose Creek. There's a small tree that hangs over the creek in a very unlikely way, almost horizontal, as if it's hanging onto the bank for dear life.
A tree was uprooted in the last high wind storm, and floated down the creek to a bank where it now pools the water and gathers floating sticks, grasses and other debris. I explain this one in detail because I'm not sure whether anyone but myself would know what it is from the drawing. It seemed as though the trunk was gathering little bits of itself that had gotten torn off along the way.
And finally, with a very cold derriere from sitting on damp, cold stone, I tried one last, fast gesture of the landscape.
