Posted in Fall, tagged contemplation, photography, roots, search, writing on October 19, 2011| 3 Comments »
Roots crisscross a path. They are worn clear of their bark by the
scuff and footfall of sightseers probably not even looking down.
The roots lace the woods with their design; a pattern brought about
by the hungry search for moisture. And just like the walkers
in the forest look overhead for beauty, the roots look below
for moisture, even though it falls plentiful from the sky above.
Posted in Fall, tagged aesthetic wonder, contemplation, photography, search, truth, writing on October 17, 2011| Leave a Comment »
The search for truth is often convoluted. This root has come above ground
in a quest for moisture. It does an incremental writhe in its hunt;
circling, branching out and then returning back under the ground.
Relentless until death, the seemingly illogical tendril creates
aesthetic wonder in its simple but vital task.
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