Love the story behind this one. Every Fall, my family tries to take a weekend day to visit Hawk Mountain, a hawk sanctuary in the Pennsylvania Blue Mountains near the Appalachian Trail. At the head of the main trail, they hand out maps. About a half mile into the trail, the light filtering through the trees, my son stopped – I caught this shot of him. Asked him “what are you doing?” Said, “reading the map, Dad.” Understand, my son was 4 – he can’t read a map. Wanted to capture the sweetness of that scene. Particularly like his gnarled walking stick he found along the trail. Forced myself to use larger brushes and looser brush strokes to complete this painting. Finished it in one night.