I am a lover of wood.
...and the longevity of this mature tree.
and even in death....
...wood has the power to hypnotize the senses...
.... homes that swaddle baby swallows...
... accents wild roses...
... gives sustenance to lingonberry and dogwood....
...works of practical use...
.....or is simply wood.
I love to think of a tired goldminer sitting in this chair, resting and daydreaming......
...and of communicating with others....
I love wood when its silhouettes create art in the early evening...
...and in the Midnight Sun of a long summer day.
I love wood in all its many forms and uses, from the beauty of this lakeside paper birch...
..to the determination of this spruce....
...and the longevity of this mature tree. From the burning glory days of early autumn...
...to the subtle days of late autumn....
...to the subtle days of late autumn....
....to the the depths of winter....
and even in death.... ...wood has the power to hypnotize the senses...I love wood when it creates homes that welcome...
.... homes that swaddle baby swallows......and provides a resting place for young gulls.
I love wood when it creates works of art....
...works of Noel...
....works that turn a roadside weed into a beauty...
...works of Noel...
....works that turn a roadside weed into a beauty... ... accents wild roses...... gives sustenance to lingonberry and dogwood....
...works of practical use......works of stunning practicality...
.....or is simply wood.
I love to think of a tired goldminer sitting in this chair, resting and daydreaming......
...and of communicating with others....
I love wood when its silhouettes create art in the early evening...
...and in the Midnight Sun of a long summer day.
So simply stated with such depth of feeling. Incredible.
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