The Lonely Tree on a sunny day with its top branches reaching into the blue sky. Unlike photo images I saw at the art show in Queenstown of Lake Wanaka, the waters were never still. Reflections of the tree and nearby mountains were broken by the waves. The wind comes off the mountains and the waves are always moving. I had a difficult time seeing the bird standing on the broken limb. His dark coloring blended into the tree like a extension of the limb. A lone bird perched on a broken limb in the lonely tree.
