I have painted these trees many times and never tire of doing so. There is a very long row of them that line the hills of Marjeyoun, Lebanon. They were planted by my family so that they could have pine nuts readily available. They also own olive groves in this unbelievably beautiful part of the world. Have you ever had that feeling when you see something so beautiful that your heart skips a beat and you cannot help but feel so small? That is how I felt when I visited this village, the land of my ancestry.
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