I have been working and reworking this image for quite a while. It's one of those moments that has a strong memory but not a particular place to put it. It's night time, with a bright moon, and out in some fields, seeing trees left in the middle grown into a tangle. They're just privet, but they glow in the light and sway in the wind. It took me a long time to get through with this image, the memory is from a time when I painted night much more than I do now.