I was deeply moved when I saw this pine tree on top of a small mountain where no one will care to visit. The tree was dead, probably because of the pine worm. Although the leaves and branches were almost gone, the appearance that stands majestically toward the sky was spectacular.
Few years later when I visited again, the dead tree had already collapsed and lay on the ground. Maybe the dead tree was holding on waiting for me to sketch it before collapsing. The majesty of it will live in my painting eternally.