It's almost too easy, isn't it? Are they still trees? What's the use of their still standing? Is it any better that there are so many of them? Do they look funny to the other trees?
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- Julia
- Dealing with life after the death and stillbirth of my son. The title of this blog comes from a song by Sarah McLachlan.
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6 comments:
The picture is haunting.
It's a phallic image, I think.
Of course, I'm rather filthy minded so I think everything is phallic.
So beautiful and so sad. Life in a nutshell.
A simile rather than metaphor.
These trees strike me as like a uterus after menstruation. Dormant. Waiting. Waiting either for fertilization or the cycle to start again.
I have a series of photos I took when I was a teenager that I would post if they weren't buried somewhere in my parents' attic 321 miles away. I took them from a jeep trail in northern Wisconsin over a period of months and years. In the first photo, we see a mass of trees in the middle of a lake created by a beaver's dam a few miles away. Some time later those trees appear dead, still submerged in water. They have a gorgeously haunting silvery look to them. Then there's a middle stage, like this one, where it seems empty and hopeless and dead. Followed by budding and complete regeneration. Eventually it became impossible for me to find the spot again.
I noticed the trees, but it was the clouds that really caught my eye.
Great photo, as always!
The trees look dead now, but in the spring, new life will bloom on them.
Great pic.
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