The wandering fissures in bark are kind of like stretch marks, when you think about it.
Tag: trees
The forest is still more grey than green, and the willow fronds make golden gestures.
-I wonder about the trees. (says Robert Frost, and I do too.) Poems show up at odd moments.
-I wear a lot of equipment, but I’m never really safe, am I?
-Live in the moment! (say the well meaning guides). Be like the children who experience NOW. They might lie. Children’s now is a bustling extension of the future. Come with me and I’ll show you a ward of those who only exist in the present. There is no calm and every hand grips tightly.
Recently I’ve had a fascination with footage from nuclear bomb tests. Operation Upshot Knothole: An unnatural and perfect forest of ponderosa pine in an equally unnatural wind.
It was a good evening for looking at trees. You know I have a thing for trees.
Twilight at the edge of the spruce forest, when the margins become fuzzy and there is a tangled shadow that brings all the elements together. A unified being in the moments before the night fall.
Lachrimaestro 