White Antlers

Let me tell you this story, it's worth it:

One day I set off after the rain, in dark countryside and cloudy skies, when something supernatural like trees shouted in bright white and caught my entire existence.

In these places there were often not only herds of cattle, but also feral pigs, which trample the fences and so I lost track of where the cattle pens begin and where the meadow.

The painting went magically well, whenever the sun licked the "antlers" my soul always jumped of joy.

When I was done, I went closer to see them. From my painting angle the trees seem like small sprouts on a hill, but actually behind that hill I saw old wise sun-dried trees, with white thick trunks, and also a large farmhouse peeked out below the trees. When some older woman, furiously rushed towards me from the farmhouse. I got scolded, but I soon shut it down when I mentioned her not very well bounded lands. And she let me go...

...the most brilliant thing is that I'm definitely not done with the place yet. :)