Studies of an old oak

Since moving to my house 23 years ago, I’ve loved and admired this magnificent gnarled oak tree, which is just five minutes from my door. Every time Assia and I walk past it, we stop to admire it, whatever the season. We have been known to have conversation with it. Once, returning from a late session at the pub, I even admit to embracing this wonderful old friend. So of course it has been the subject of a number of paintings over the years. Here are some of them, good, bad and indifferent.

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