Here, sown by the creators hand,
In serried ranks, the Redwoods stand;
No other clime is honored so,
No other other lands their glory know.
This is their temple, vaulted high,
And here we pause with reverent eye,
With silent tongue and awe-struck soul;
For here we sense life’s proper goal.
To be like these, straight, true and fine,
To make our world, like theirs, a shrine;
Sink down, oh, traveler, to your knees,
God stands before you in these trees.
-unknown author-
This painting is 12x14 acrylic on canvas board.
I plein air painted this piece pulled over along the Avenue of the Giants in Norther California. It was a quick study of light among the Redwoods.