.. The bristle cone .

In a way it is a self portrait . 

Since I found this old photograph ..

I've referred to it as that .

It's called 

The Bristlecone .

I first began drawing on this

photograph right after my mother died .

It reminded me of her , her mother and

her mother's mother .

And it reminded me of the

White Mountains up near the Bristlecone forest .

It has been with me , on the walls ,

next to my beds , wherever they were .

Yesterday ..

I finished it .
With a few more ghostly lines and painted 

ice around the edges ..

Please be kind to the trees and and living creatures that

live there also ..

Take care of our National Parks and all that

live there .