I made this photograph returning to my truck in the parking lot. Don’t remember why I was there but I do remember, these blossoms were, in a natural irony, overhanging a trash can. Nature, I believe, has a way of providing balance.
The closest I ever get to a house of worship are Election Day Polling places. Most especially, the one my late sweetheart worked in. Which is how I know Elections are true. It also explains my taking the air on the deck today, of the treehouse I live in. Seeking quietude. For a little while more, before it’s sold.
Thankfully afar from today’s weather, I watched the tops of 80 ft. plus Longleaf Pines orbit in the wind while taking my afternoon libation. And making sure I wasn’t about to drink an Oak Catkin dropping, from the big White Oaks surrounding me.
About to go inside and think through dinner prep, I noticed what I had only seen in childhood cartoons – a bright, green inchworm! The cartoonist’s had it right, legs fore and aft. It made a journey around a good size patio table that was exponentially larger than it. And I wondered how it could expend that much energy and what fueled it, what did it eat? So the web-o-sphere revealed it – protein from Oak Catkins! And I thought how lucky I’ve been to witness it all.
And so it goes.
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