I walked along noticing the trees that have mostly lost their leaves revealing the shapes of the trunks and branches. I thought it might be time to revisit the original tree to see how it looks two seasons later. I was again seeing shapes revealed in the wood that caught my eye and caused me to slow down and look and listen and feel, rather than just move along.
I was reminded of a couple of postings I've seen lately about trees and felt compelled to photograph some that reminded me of the words I was remembering.
Some are bent and gnarly, some are straight and tall and beautiful, some broken and dead or dying. All are part of the whole and just where they are today. I wanted to share these pictures and words to remind myself, if no one else, to be as accepting of people as of trees.
Since I started writing this blog back in April, I've shared stories of people who have been a part of my life over the years. Like the trees, some have been tall and strong, some weak and twisted. I need to remember that I can be a bit of all that myself on any given day.
