Jeffrey McDaniel
The honesty of trees in winter.
A tree's bareness, is perhaps like baring your soul. No foliage to cover or disguise or protect. All that there is, is there to be seen, is on show.
Or perhaps it's that they have shed things that no longer serve them. The letting go of leaves which enables them to retreat a bit for the winter, to tough it out without needing to worry about looking after leaves.
I must admit I love looking at trees in winter - their shapes so lean and pared back; their essence there, but also simply a platform for the next step, the emergence, the return...
Beautiful post, thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lisa - those bare limbs and trunks most certainly tell us something…
Deletebare trees ... and now I'm recalling the Fleetwood Mac album of the same name ... just took a peek on Google and discovered it was released 50 years ago ... how is that possible?!
ReplyDelete50 years - good grief! I can recall the album cover.,.
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