This photo showed up in an earlier post. The arbutus tree is gorgeous, etched elegantly against the water and distant shores. But did you notice that dried out section of tree near the bottom of the photo?
Tree rings and layers, texture and colour fill each crevice of wood.
Weathered, twisted wood, beautifully intricate.
The plant in the inset photo grows on the rock in the foreground of the larger photo. It would be easy to walk by and not see the succulent leaves, the pattern of two opposing leaves, or feel the smooth texture. Having my camera has helped me to slow down a little outdoors, to take the time to bend down, to look and to see.
I was reminded of this poem by Emily Dickinson -
"Nature" is what we see --
The Hill - the Afternoon -
Squirrel - Eclipse - the Bumble bee -
Nay - Nature is Heaven -
Nature is what we hear -
The Bobolink - the Sea -
Thunder - the Cricket -
Nature is what we know -
Yet have no art to say -
So impotent Our Wisdom is
to her Simplicity.
Linking with Mary of the Little Red House to Mosaic Monday.