Despite the passing sadness of an uprooted tree, there's a thrill in seeing up-close the upper branches in all their lichened-glory, laid out on the grass, all secrets exposed. (And I'm reminded how much I miss climbing trees.)
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Treefall
It's been a week of tousling winds, and armloads of pink-fluttered branches are on the ground.
Despite the passing sadness of an uprooted tree, there's a thrill in seeing up-close the upper branches in all their lichened-glory, laid out on the grass, all secrets exposed. (And I'm reminded how much I miss climbing trees.)
Despite the passing sadness of an uprooted tree, there's a thrill in seeing up-close the upper branches in all their lichened-glory, laid out on the grass, all secrets exposed. (And I'm reminded how much I miss climbing trees.)
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lovely images. we've had great wind here, too, and a tree fell into a neighbors roof. The neighbors who are college students and who party like it's 1999. Karma.
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