Thursday 8 March 2012: The Reflection Tree
On my way north today I decided to stop on the opposite side of Lake Beebe from where I often go for sunsets. There I strolled the slow golden hills amid the large pines while the wind found its way around us making whispering noises in our ears. The higher up I walked, the more the clouds gathered in ready for the storm.
I took a large number of wonderful tree shots - ones much more dramatic than this. But being my journal and my day to recall years from now, this is the memory I wish to recall - the reflection tree. It stands by the shore of Lake Beebe apart from the other trees which are all pines. Its bend and shape shows its years amidst the Vermont storms and snows and gales. Nature has made her crooked and wrinkled and distorted but in a way that to me says grace and beauty.
I have always called this the reflection tree and I often sit in my car after shooting on this side of the lake and just look at her and feel a bit of awe and a bit of a mirror for me. She waits here in this moment caught for the rains to come. I love her.