There is an old apple orchard in nearby Clary that begs me to paint it each time I drive past. The trees are always inspiring. They are firmly rooted in the deep, rich soil of the orchard, their trunks sturdy, their spreading branches overhanging the ground, bending low with autumn’s ruddy harvest or sweetly extending with their spring raiment of white blossoms.
Although I have painted the orchard several times (Through the Orchard, Orchard Road in Spring, Orchard Road, Clary), I now want to concentrate on a series, painting my impressions of the trees in different seasons of the year.
Here is the first. I welcome your comments.