Along the river bank near my studio is a valley oak tree that is close to three hundred years old.
I often find myself thinking about the tree's layers of history. What are the secrets it keeps? It's home to a family of cooper hawks each spring and it reminds me of the trees I used to climb as a kid. Long carefree late summer afternoons were spent exploring the forest and reading mystery novels. This hand-drawn collection evokes a gentle beauty; illustrated in earth tones and conveying a strong sense of place and relaxed nostalgia.

Oak Knoll