Dad loved to paint trees. He also loved the color red. This is another poor shot of my father's red tree. I remember this one hanging in our living room while I was growing up, along a narrow wall.
It reminds me of how Van Gogh always exaggerated the height of his trees...
My cousin has it now. She was kind enough to send me a cool evening shot of it hanging on her wall:
Comparing these two just demonstrates the effect of lighting on a painting and in a photograph...
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