12x18 original gouache

One Sunday, driving around I caught a glimpse down a lane of hot-pink trees, everywhere. It was such a quick glimpse, I had to investigate on my own that very afternoon. Indeed, the whole housing complex, which went on for many streets had entirely planted one kind of tree lining all their streets, plum trees. And suddenly it was like being at a ballet recital but for all the trees. After weeks of cold weather, the sun warmed, and all the blossoms opened. Right then, an antique blue truck drove by and I wanted to make the moment last, if only a bit longer. This is a whimsical capture of that moment, dancing under the plum trees.

© Elizabeth Van Tassel, 2024.

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