Winter travel allows me to see forests with their bones showing. Several feet of dried leaves carpet the ground around them, revealing the secrets of their luxuriant growth in Spring and hinting of their their glory in the fall.
But in Winter, I see their nearness and their spaces. I see their strength and admire their solidity. No matter if the trees are in Louisiana, North Carolina, Virginia, Indiana, Kansas, or back home in Washington. I know them.
Eva Cassidy ... "I Know You By Heart." Exactly.
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You know I love your sketches. Your use of the multi-pane view is trademark and especially effective with this subject.
I love trees, too. Growing up in the "Pine Tree State" made me aware of trees as sentient beings as far back as I can remember.
Thanks, Sam! I will be in Colorado in a few days ... any chance we can meet?
What a beautiful post. I love Eva Cassidy, and your trees. Winter trees have a still quality and a beauty all their own, don't they?
Thank you, Ruth! Winter trees have a subtle beauty that I LOVE. Spring finery is pretty nice, too!! Now if we could just get rid of the snow ...
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