I had climbed about 500 feet up when I took this photo. The pines look like they’re floating in a misty sea or a smoky bog. That’s really just all the bare branches and twigs of the deciduous trees around them, which are still bare and haven’t even begun to bud yet. But as far as I could see, there was nothing but trees, trees, and more trees.
It’s peaceful looking down into the woods. Sometimes I look at pictures of severely
developed urban areas, and I think to myself that it couldn’t be true. It must be a camera trick. Surely there can’t be that many buildings and
that many people, can there? Of course,
I have seen it with my own eyes, but I just don’t trust that vision
anymore. It’s like a fuzzy dream from
time out of mind. I trust the vision of
the trees, instead.
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| The Maine skyline. |
I often wonder if we see what we want to see, or at least
what we think we should see. Because we
think of it, we see it. Because we
believe it, we can’t come up with any other vision. If that’s true, then we should hold on to the
visions that bring us peace and joy and let go of the expectations of lack
planted in our minds by the media. We
should also cling to what is beautiful to us, and for each person that will be
a different thing. For me, it’s the
trees. There can be no finer skyline.
