I was late to work yesterday, because this tree needed its portrait taken. And no, I haven’t figured out how to get it to turn right side round.
I got my shoes and skirt all muddy tromping through the woods, but for ten minutes, I felt like I owned my soul again. I took over 40 photos, not all of which are worth keeping. But there were these lovely dead pods, which most certainly are a metaphor for something.
And then the heavens opened up and poured. So I drove my muddy self to work. Smiling.