I’ve been to this place hundreds of times. It’s land that was once owned by a old relative of mine who loved growing things, especially trees. I’m embarrassed to say in spite of all those visits, I never really “saw” those magnificent trees. In this photograph my wife is touching one. To me, it looks like she’s patting the universe.
In memory of those who died.
Umbrellas are a dime a dozen in rainy day photographs, but here we’ve got this great tree that makes all the difference.
This morning early it was gloomy, spitting rain and feeling like a “I’m not going out if I don’t have to.” kind of day. However, that feeling vanished once I looked out our back window into the enclosed courtyard below.
I have only recently begun to look at trees carefully. They’re all around us here in New England of course and we take their presence almost completely for granted. We shouldn’t. When they die off we will too and right now climate change is killing both of us.
The wonderful thing about living in the city is you never know what you’ll come across when you peer around the next tree trunk. I think this may be a hobbit but I can’t be sure.