Caressing Her Beauty I have looked often for the moon high up in the trees at night. Sometimes, in winter especially, there is often a beautiful maze of silhouetted branches through which the cold steady, starlight passes. In "Caressing Her Beauty" I like to think not of a winter's sky, but possibly a summer's. There is a warmth which comes from this scene for me. And even though there is a sparseness in what appears to be an old and singular tree, there also is a comforting, life-giving nature to its branches as it holds the moon in its arms so closely. I see the moon in a warm sky. The tree appears to be kind. Like so many things in Nature, there appears to be a relationship between -- in this case: tree and moon. Earth meets sky in this simple bond. It is wonderful how several thousand miles is somehow diminished to a newfound closeness when we can look up to the lighted crescent. Even the shaded face of the moon appears to be comforted closely as if inseparable from its own brightly lighted terrain far away from the tree we look through on this night. Back