...the ones they call the 'shrooms. I was there to bear witness on the destruction of the last of their kind. The trees...the trees were walking, purposely, willfully walking to crush the homes of the peaceful little ones. The Bard. This picture started because I wanted to do more reflections. Then the tree took shape, then the mushroom. Other than that, peices of it sort of fell into place as I scribbled. Hope you enjoy it. 4h, 2b, 5b, 6b, soft, medium, and hard charcoal. 9" x 12" sketch pad. Apr 26 / 08