Today’s walk had me drawn to the trees along the way. Maybe Sandy has me looking at them differently than before the high winds, uprooted trees and thick timbers along the roadside.
I especially like gnarly trunks that have long, weird toes digging into the earth. This one seems to say,” Go ahead, make my day, try to uproot me”.
Some seem so elegant with naked limbs reaching skyward, with leaves long gone. Its branches are in perfect form, and it stands strong.
This birch looks like it had ADD when it was a seedling. It shot up in six different directions simultaneously and created an oddly beautiful sculpture. I love how irregular it is.
These daily walks manage to cross-pollinate various segments of my life. I walk for exercise, to try to get in shape and keep healthy. The walks end up clearing my mind and encouraging all kinds of new ideas for writing, reading, art and life in general. It’s an opportunity to have a dialogue with my husband or to just enjoy the quiet. Today, it slowed my world down and let me look at the trees and make connections.