The beauty of ageWeathered, whorled, writhing, worn, tortile. But, still surviving.
One of the oaks by the lagoon in City Park of New Orleans. In the upper right hand of the picture, if you look close, you'll see a flock of birds taking advantage of a barren branch to roost.
The oak was weathered long before the hurricane came through a couple years ago. But, the storm seems to have put its own imprint on weathered things. Kind of like bumping up the contrast on a picture to bring out the grain in a tree.
On another note... I want to wish you a very warm Thanksgiving, full of blesssings.
--steve buser
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5 comments:
Really nice photo of that old tree.
Nice photo and great homage to mother Nature. I wish wrinkles were a plus in women too ;-))
Interesting thoughts and photos, Steve. Thanks. It made see my own encroaching wrinkles differently.
Very nice post, Steve!
Happy Thanksgiving!
PS. . .loved the seagull yesterda, too!
Weathering the storm, Somewhat applicable to the nation? But we know your strengths and here's to them all.
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