I went on a hike one morning in February. The morning sky was bright and clear. I have tried over and over with paint to get the color exact and although I come close it's not the same crisp blue. My love for trees shows up and I think it's not always the trees, but the lines of the branches I like best. They criss-cross, connect and reach high; thick lines, thin branches growing in all directions. The sun was strong for February and the temperature was a balmy 50 degrees. The clouds swirled about in the subtle breeze just enough to make the sky look grazed with white still allowing the azure of the sky pierce through. Practicing my photography with a digital Cannon I was able to get these shots.
