This is a very simple photo, but I like it. What I see is just a leaf, its veins radiating out from a central stem. What I don't see are all the bits and pieces that work together to maintain the life of this leaf: the roots and the rings, the bark and the branches, the rain and the nutrients pulled up through the soil. What I think is that it's rather magical, the complexity of a simple life.
I am careful not to confuse
excellence with perfection.
Excellence, I can reach for.
Perfection is God’s business.
– Michael J. Fox
It's no telling how long that piece of metal has been embedded in the tree. I've lived here for 15 years, so way longer than that. What I see is the twisted end of a thick wire that had been wrapped around a tree years and years ago. What I don't see is the rest of the wire, because the bark has simply grown over the offending metal. What I think is that we often deal with our own troubles in the same way: grow over and around them, instead of dealing with them.
It’s so easy to focus
on the tangled mess in front of our face,
when the real troubles often lie much deeper.
This huge tree caught my eye, so I stopped in the road (you can do that in the country and not expect to get run over) and took a few shots with my arm stuck out of the window. This picture isn't too terrible, considering I was shooting blind. What I see is a spindly armed and long-fingered tree against a blue, blue sky and one little cloud seeming to rest itself in the branches. What I think is that I just love to look at trees.
Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky.
– Kahlil Gibran