It has grown a bit and now has leaves.

One of my photographs, The Lonely Tree, sold at the gallery the other day.  It's the first bit of art bought by a complete stranger.  Unless you count the books of dinosaurs I drew and sold in second grade.  I had five books, all four or five pages long, filled with very accurate drawings of dinosaurs.  I went door-to-door in my little town of 250 people.  I sold them all for a quarter a piece.

It wasn't for me.  We were poor.  I think we used the proceeds to buy bread.