I love birch trees.  When I was a boy I was taught to harvest the bark of these trees to make fires.  I love the colour of the skin.  The white colour with the black knots lives in my memory forever.  I grew up in Newfoundland on the West Coast where these trees were plentiful.  I made many fires from this bark.  Everytime I see one of these trees I am a boy again walking in the Newfoundland forest.
 
Acrylic on Gallery Canvas
16" by 20"