memory and landscape

This is a painting of a place I haven't been to in probably seven years. Gazing from the mossy shadows of the back yard, light fell down among trees and ferns and was forever fascinating to me, as was its memoric gilding. The entry of criss-crossed branches and aquatic depths always promised. Once within, the sonar of ones senses pinged through the reaches of forest and brought back a song of strange fungus, starred moss and decades of hemlocks.