Summer trees breathe for you and for me.
Meeting an Old Friend After a Year
Some places are like old friends. Time may pass between you, but when you return to them you find them there. It's not that they're waiting for you. But they are welcoming without trying to, by simply being what they are. A good old friend of mine is Herastrau Park, and recently I saw it … Continue reading Meeting an Old Friend After a Year
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 … Continue reading A Broken Tree: Three Photos