Where I once lived, there used to be a tree that looked quite a bit like that in a field across our creek (Sugar-Fork Creek -- which is where the assisted living place north of there got the inspiration for its name, Sugar-Fork Crossing.
This place was built on what once was the north acres of our farm, and I find it to be a wonderful use of the land.
We had a couple of especially memorable trees on our land.
In fct, we had more than that but the tree that looked like this one is outstanding because it was surrounded by farmland. The other one was VERY tall and would sing when the breezes blew through its leaves. It was a cottonwood tree.
All of your art (paints and photographs) are visual poetry.