What an incredible picture. I love trees in winter. I marvel at them all the time, those skeletons frozen in stark beauty, black lace against winter sky. They are the promise of the coming spring - naked limbs reaching out in hope and waiting as patiently as they can for the warmth of spring to return with their summer clothes. Sometimes, they wait in stillness, in silence. Sometimes, as the wind whips up about them, they clap their hands together. But they wait.
Did you know - generally speaking -there is just as much tree below the surface, in terms of a root system as there is above it? That whole idea fascinates me as I watch the naked labryinth that is visible. How much more amazing the invisible?
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What an incredible picture. I love trees in winter. I marvel at them all the time, those skeletons frozen in stark beauty, black lace against winter sky. They are the promise of the coming spring - naked limbs reaching out in hope and waiting as patiently as they can for the warmth of spring to return with their summer clothes. Sometimes, they wait in stillness, in silence. Sometimes, as the wind whips up about them, they clap their hands together. But they wait.
Did you know - generally speaking -there is just as much tree below the surface, in terms of a root system as there is above it? That whole idea fascinates me as I watch the naked labryinth that is visible. How much more amazing the invisible?
Trees in winter. A sepia day. Sighhhhh.
Thank you for sharing!
Your comments are as beautiful as the picture!
I loved "naked labyrinth."
Thanks for adding to the experience of "being in" the simple beauty of nature that reflects God wordlessly.
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