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It was late in the day when our visit to historic Roanoke Island was ending. Dusk was heavily upon us. It was then I saw this tree outlined against the waters of the bay and the sky of a pale sunset. Quickly I photographed the silhouette of the tree and later used the photo as a reference for this painting. It was the character of the tree that I wanted to capture in the painting. Set against a twilight sky, it seems to say, "though I appear worn and old, I belong here---this is my home, this is where my roots anchor me into the soil." A sense of belonging, of being rooted in one's place, is something most humans yearn for---especially in our twilight years.