Nighthawks Hopper

Nighthawks Hopper
Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
The enormous gray tree had gnarled and intertwining roots that rose far aboveLuke before they joined to form trunks. He tilted back his head and could see thebranches, high above, that seemed to form a canopy with the low-hanging clouds.Luke cautiously climbed out onto the long nose of his ship and saw that he hadcrash-landed in a small, fog-shrouded body of water. Artoo emitted a short beep—then there was a loud splash, followed by silence.Luke turned just in time to glimpse the droid's domed topside as it disappearedbeneath the water's foggy surface. "Artoo! Artoo!" Luke called. He kneeled down on the smooth hull of the shipand leaned forward, anxiously searching for his mechanical friend. But the black waters were serene, revealing not a sign of the little R2 unit.Luke could not tell how deep this still, murky pond might be; but it looked extremelydeep. He was suddenly gripped by the realization that he might never see his droidfriend again. Just then, a tiny periscope broke through the surface of the water andLuke could hear a faint gurgling beep.