There lives a tree, just outside my window…
Lonely Tree, Take One
He stands watch over our urban street, nature’s guardian lost in a maze of manufacturing buildings. If he moves his branches just so, other trees come within view. Across the way, down the road. They have their own concerns; he is alone.
Lonely Tree, Take Two
Telephone poles, wires, patchy squirrels, delicate birds, and empty water bottles interact with him fleetingly, coldly. I wonder if they even speak the same language?
Lonely Tree, Take Three
All I can do is push the window up and, speaking softly, hope he understands what I am saying.
“What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?”-E.M. Forster, Howards End
*At My Window, Sad and Lonely is a song lyric by Woody Guthrie
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I particularly like the top shot – nice palette of subtle contrast.
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Thank you very much! Leaning out my window to snap pics was not the easiest thing I’ve done this week.
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The things we do for art. (>^-‘)>
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Indeed, especially since I hate heights!
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A very thoughtful reflection. Thanks for sharing it.
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Thank you for taking the time to stop by and leave your thoughts!
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i hope you tell that tree how many people liked it online
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Oh, of course I will! I see his branches from where I am sitting. They are dancing in the breeze.
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Lovely observations in words, maedez.
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Thank you so much, Judy!
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That’s a great quotation, one to keep a note of in a lovely notebook đŸ™‚
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I love this quote and, yes, it has gone into my current quote book. đŸ™‚
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