Image 4; The lonely tree.

Sitting under my tree in the back yard is where I usually do most of my writing. Usually more in the summer time. Somewhere you can sit and be alone and let your mind run wild without any distractions. The scenery around you springs new ideas and makes you think. The sounds you hear, the things you see.
It also reminds me of a place you can be alone; free to do what you want, say what you want, and be who you want, without having to be judged. When your alone your mind goes wild. It looks like a place in Tennessee I once saw on vacation with the mountains in the background and the bright blue sunny sky full of clouds. When I was there on vacation I felt a peace. Tennessee was such a beautiful place when I went there, the open fields and the scenery was amazing. The tree itself in this picture looks kinda creepy. With no leaves on it and its just standing alone in the middle of the field on its own. It somewhat reminds me of a tree I saw when watching the Salem Witch Trails and the witches were in the forest making a potion. It has an eerie look to it looking old and kinda dead. It kinda contrast to the sky seeing as the sky is so bright and blue and full of clouds and then the grass is bright green and than you look at the tree and it look dead. Is there is reason for that? Is there suppose to be irony to it? The tree becomes like an outcast in the picture. Alone and byself to the world around it.