I passed this lovely sycamore many times walking in my neighborhood. Seeing one huge branch lying on the ground one day, I decided to paint the other beautiful, twisty branch before it, too, met a similar fate. While I stood there painting a gentleman came by and told me he used to let his children ride on that branch like a horse. I thought of the years that strong tree had weathered. At the time, my own grown child was quite ill and needed the strength of a mighty tree...that is what gave me the idea of placing the delicate bird among the branches.
