What strange dis-ease caused this opening, I wonder. Unsettling.
And beautiful.
Nature is always offering openings, isn't it?
Openings to create - and conversely - destroy.
I came upon this poem by Wendell Berry this morning before I went snowshoeing
on the golf course in Thendara where this photo was taken.
An odd place to reflect on wild things... a golf course.
In season, golf courses are tightly manicured paradises. Yet, this distorted tree lives there.
And in winter, it is as wild and forbidding during a storm as... well, any field.
Here are Berry's thoughts on wild things...
Click here. . . and rest in the peace of wild things.
