Trees are often seen standing by themselves, alone, but not necessarily lonely. Their beauty always illuminates, even in winter time when the branches are bare. They spread their winter joy with their arms and fingers stretched upward, downward and outward, as they beckon those who walk by to stop and perceive them with awe.
I was one such person, who stopped to inhale and view the vivid loveliness of the scene before me, at the end of December 2014. I stood for a while, contemplating and saying a prayer of thanks for what stood before me. As the euphemism goes: “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” And, this beholder noticed every minute detail in this scene, from the river to the tree, to the weeds encircling it, and so much more. The tones, textures and contrasts of nature were stunning to my eyes.