I went to my Mountain this week and was struck with all the old trees barren and coming down after our recent storms. I love this place, it reminds me of the cycle of life and refreshes my inspiration.
The strength here reminds me to press on.
A tree down on the hillside shows beautiful growth in it's decay.
A trunk with beautiful markings.
Branches "veiled" with backlighting.
California Buckeye seeds
Cobweb of branches
I walk and share my thoughts, lastly reading a poem from Mary Oliver.
I share the sound of the creek.