The Oaks

These are the oaks (among many more) that we would drive past near our house when I was a kid. It was quite breathtaking. Perhaps twenty or more fully mature English oaks, scattered across rolling hills. In the winter, the hills would be covered in snow. In the summer, the hills were covered in green prairie grass, and sometimes, cows would be grazing beneath the oaks too.

Done with Blackwing Pencil.