This is another small canvas. It was painted in March of 2010 on a grey blustery day. Spring was in its initial stages of emerging. Trees that grow along pasture fence lines are very interesting. I have noticed that I gravitate to them in my paintings. Is it that they are cut periodically by the farmer only to grow back deformed? Or are they not cut by virtue of being along a fence row only to be nibbled on by cows? On this day an angry bull didn't like me being nearby. I tried ignoring him while he snorted and huffed at me as I walked by. A flimsy little fence supported by these little fence posts was the only thing between him and me -- rather unsettling. He eventually moved on with his herd and I returned to paint this tree.