What makes one deviate from the norm of growing straight and tall? Did the wind love this tree the best, spinning around and around in breezy hugs, the constant caresses of its fingertips twirling the trunk? Or might it have a curly recessive gene, growing like a genetic sport from the scalp of the earth? Are there little squirrel artisans in the woods, choosing just the right sapling to train into spirals, craftsmen who create the opposite of our bonzais--giant tree art rather than miniature?
That is really amazing. I've never seen anything like it, with all those straight trees around it.
ReplyDeleteThose pictures should be on one of those posters with inspirational sayings... something about being unique.
Oh and I think it was the woodland fairies that did it.
see, here's the thing about your pictures: they have story. a picture is, naturally, worth a thousand (or so) words, but you push it down the sylvan path so that it's worth CERTAIN words, rooted in (completely non-pedestrian) consciousness but spinning into possibility.
ReplyDeletestory and beauty. you're like the haute couture makeup artist of photos.
(also: i think your comment post validation system just said a bad word at me. "untercu" certainly sounds to me like something you wouldn't say in polite company, anyway.)
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