This lovely tree called out to me. It was cocooned with an abundance of clouds, cushioned with cotton balls. It appeared to me as if a child was playing dress up in her grandmother's closet-just trying on pieces after pieces of clothing and accessories . She looked down at her reflection and became dizzy with all of the treasures she wanted to experience all at once. The distant water lilies were her audience, the fog her escape into fantasyland. Not an easy capture though to hold the boat steady while focusing on this subject.