A Broken Tree: Three Photos

Returning to the park after a long time, I found my attention arrested by a tree…

So much beauty and so much pain in its position in a mass of cracked, dried wood.

In years passed, I must have walked by it many times, before the sky-storm or the man-storm or it’s parasitic illness. When it was whole, I seldom noticed it.

Isn’t pain a way to see things more clearly?

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