not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

i am here

the tree, the tree is here

i, i am, too 
(i think) 
but without root


  1. You always seem to be able to capture what I am thinking. (About myself, of course.)

  2. If you have no roots, it makes you more free. Just kidding, because the roots are, your partner, your children, your parents, your friends, your job, ... infinite obligations we hold here and now., some are comfortable and not others.

  3. Jesus. I love that image of the sqiggly tree. I mean, your feet are nice to, but...

  4. birdie, we're here and not here, just breaths. but yet, enough to take a picture of, eh?

    damaso, surface roots only, we have. we are but a blink of an eye. in the meantime i'll jump atop that freedom suggestion:)

    steven, isn't that something! that damned tree makes me laugh or shout every time!


  5. Out here (down here,I guess), they say, that when you find an old tree crooked like that, it's because an Indian snapped it when it was a sappling, to mark a trail. We have a huge oak at the little, old cemetery up the hill above my farm, with a sway-back like that. I'll have to get a picture. Crazy, creepy cemetery, too. The church was established in 1793... there are some old headstones up there... I mean, for the States.


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