As I was laying under this tree in my backyard this evening, camera in-hand, I couldn't help but marvel at its size. This picture may be a tad bit misleading but I would have to guess that this tree stands a good 60 ft in the sky. Under its branches I dozed off thinking about the stories a tree could tell, if it had ears and eyes- stories of love and loss, war and celebration, youth and age. Trees hold the names of lovers in knife-etched hearts, they twinkle yearly with lights and ornaments- hiding much anticipated presents, they cover family picnics and games of hide and seek, they tower over our houses and silently watch. They must gather thousands of memories in the time it takes them to grow to that 60 feet. If only they had a brain- As a Scare Crow once said.
Not a lot of thoughts on this picture- just a nice summer evening.