We recently had a terrific thunderstorm with very gusty winds. How this small branch came off the nearby pine tree, came through the dense canopy of the Manitoba maple, and lodged in the crotch of the tree, is a mystery.
After pondering the power that must have been involved I can understand why, when I came home, the dogs were subdued and unusually pleased to see me.
A sheet of cirrus transformed the sun into a disk of light, setting off the darkness of our neighbour pine tree.
Our neighbour, the White Pine tree, stretches into the ether, a beautiful work of art. I’m grateful to share time, space, and life with it.
This morning, I decided to take a photo of our neighbour the pine tree reaching out for the clear sky shortly before sunrise. If the weather forecast holds true we will see little of the sky for the next few days. The sky will be grey instead, and we may get a lot of rain. Our Christmas is unlikely to be white. That’s fine, I don’t need snow to appreciate a special day.
The first rays of a new day grace the neighbourhood pine tree.
Welcome. It’s good to see another day. It’s good to be alive.
taken and posted with the PlayBook
A summer sunrise softly brushes the pine tree.
Our neighbours’ pine tree, brushed by snow on March 25.
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