This corkscrewed pine grew behind the church I went to when I was a child. Over the years, the weather and time took their toll on the old tree until, in decay, it started to fall. Likewise, the membership of the church fell because of internal fighting and the loss of new members, possibly because of the strife. Now, along with my childhood, both are gone. This painting was symbolic of the passing of time and the loss of things dear. All of these things will be missed.