This skeleton of what for most of the year is clothed in green -- standing against the sky -- down to its bare essence. I love it!
These branches interwoven among themselves - gently moving as a breeze stirs them - making their own sort of winter music.
The bare bones of the tree - its foundation - the roots going deep, deep into the ground - the branches reaching for heaven.
This is winter - these trees - this is my life.
"There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as if everything is." - Albert Einstein
...and if you stand underneath one of them and listen...
ReplyDelete...they speak to you...
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The tracery looks almost like lace, doesn't it!
ReplyDeleteI think our minds often cross. I was thinking almost these same thoughts on Friday when I drove home from work, watching the trees for the hawk that often accompanies me.
ReplyDeleteI stand at the window for a long time just looking at the tops of trees..watching for some movement to catch a glimpse of the activities that are always going on, but hidden when the trees are fully dressed.
xx, Carol
One lone pine stands among the bare bones outside my window. It's as if it wants to keep the others warm,from the inside out. In spring it will! Then I won't be able to see the pine anymore, until fall when it re-emerges as a reminder of warmth again. Love your photos!
ReplyDeleteYes, there is something about a tree...whether clothed or naked. And, Penny, I hadn't heard that Albert Einstein quote before... perfect!
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