Looking northeast out the kitchen door this morning. A beautiful tangle. Wet snow on shadowy branches. Blue sky, but cloudy. Moving shards of sunlight dart around the view. Looking into the woods, but can’t see that far. Trees at odd angles, falling over but not yet dead. They’ll never stand straight again – should we leave them to grow sideways, or cut them down and clear the space? There’s a wounded beauty in scenes like this. Very nice for a view, but challenging if pervasive.
April 5, 2006