In this painting, I am fondly depicting and old friend of mine. When I lived in Ohio, I frequently took a trail that passed under this tree while walking my dog. It was one of our favorite spots to walk and I loved seeing this tree. It's horizontal branch hung low and I always thought I would hit my head on it, but of course, being short myself, never did. It was especially nice walking here after a snow. It was always quiet and beautiful. The path followed the river and afforded views of other wildlife as well.