Out hiking from my crown land campsite on Georgian Bay I came across this scene, looking inland from the glacially carved ancient shore. On the bay next to this, fishermen used to waterproof their cotton nets by dragging them through tar, boiled up and dumped in granite hollows along the waters edge. With the explosion of colour in the bush surrounding the small pine, it couldn't be resisted as a subject for a painting. Unframed. Oil on board.