This tree [Light on the Barrens, 2005], having pulled almost out of its anchorage, is no longer green, but to say just that it’s dying is to miss how gorgeous it is, how its golden branches reach out into a sky of even brighter gold. The scene seems to be set at dusk, with the light of the setting sun transfiguring everything, a little of it even reaching into the darker lower area. The intricate play of light and dark makes this as Squires a Squires as ever there was.  –Stan Dragland, Gerald Squires (Pedlar Press, May 2017)

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