At the side of my house a very old larch tree grows. Well grow, is perhaps stretching it, as its reached pretty much the end of its lifespan and has a lot of dead limbs, lichen and broken branches on it. Each time I go past it, I think its soon time to cut it down. But, its like an old dog who is sick and you think, `well let`s just wait another while and see how he gets on` then before you know it a year has passed and the dog and or tree are still there.
I started this sketch this morning, standing in my dressing gown in the garden (there is a lot of benefits to being isolated) fighting off black fly and waiting for the coffee to brew. I will continue to wait and let this tree exist until it becomes dangerous or really starts falling apart. Meanwhile, I will capture this elderly statesman in his decline and glory and it will join the others for Vivien`s tree challenge.