I have painted this field before, and this specific Pine. This time, as I looked out to see the early morning light and shadows I noticed a different color in the distance, a red brown in one of the trees. I stopped my bicycle circled back a few times and took some pictures, along with a lot of mental notes. I've gone back to drawing this scene, I painted two sketches and settled on this image, though painting it created a lot of different possibilities in the colors and shadows. The needles were dead but all there in full for the next week or so, but now it's bare, another painting for another time. My trees grow and die, the seasons change but so do the woods.