Elder oak; Perry Farm and Kennedy Drive
There’s an oak tree that grows alone at the southeast corner of the Perry Farm preserve; my guess is that it’s a few decades over 100 years old. It’s a giant, and probably owes its age and success to the fact that it grew right in the corner of a pasture (the broad canopy suggests it never competed for light or space). During youth, this particular tree watched people pass by on horseback; today it watches cars, motorcycles and semi-trucks zip by. I’ve been close enough to hug the tree. It shows no signs of dying.
The painting is oil on oak panel. I completed it a few years ago but just recently photographed the piece.