The beauty of age
Weathered, 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.
It's stuck on five o'clock and it's stuck on blue -- every shade you ever imagined and few you didn't -- azure blue, sky blue, clear blue, turquoise blue ...
Today on Pixel Eyed.