The stable at Knox Farm State Park in East Aurora, NY drew me in from the first time I saw it. Two ancient trees, innocently planted generations ago alongside the barn, have grown ro rhw point that the stable has buckled in the middle, causing the clapboards to unseat and the window lines to follow the curvature of the earth forced up by the roots below.

I love that my print reminds me a little of the warped lines of Charles Burchfield's watercolors, that it exaggerrates the buckling in the wall. Originally I was upset that the print seemed darker than the photograph, the trees in particular. But two years later -- and seeing it side by side with the photograph, I like the mood it invokes.

It also echoes what has long been my philosophy: Tenacious as we may be, intelligent as we think we are, nature ALWAYS wins.