This is the other side of "Point Paradise" looking toward the southeast. Thre is almost no soil on this outcrop of marble that points toward the deepest portions of SIngleton Lake. The red cedar trees are tenuous though. They are exposed to the full strength of the westerly winds but the still manage to cling to survival although every now and a gain, one gets blown over. These trees may be fairly small in dramatic contrast to their likely age. They are probably ancient but I have no good way to determine just how old they might be.
The sun was still rising in the southeastern quadrant of the sky. It was cold and windy enough to push me into the studio to complete this painting of a special place.