Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
Guess where I was today? Have you fugured out that I'm obsessed with the silver maples? We had to pass by them again, and I spent awhile there. I can't get enough of them. They sit on the edge of a busy highway, but actually seem to be on the edge of soneone's backyard. I want visitation rights. Phil is extremly nervous to drive off the highway and onto their grass, and is constantly looking around. He keeps mentioning a silly little thing about me not leaving the car because the owners may have attack dogs. Oh, fiddle-de-de! He just has a thing about not trespassing, I don't know why! Actually, I have done far scarier things to get a picture. I have quite a few fears, but it seems that my camera makes me brave and turns me into someone I'm not! It's kind of like a magic talisman that changes my personality. And tomorrow I will show you some of them. What about you, will you snap scary things? What's the most frightening thing you photographed?
"And the Lord God made all kinds of trees grow out of the ground - trees that were pleasing to the eye and good for food." Genesis 2:9