I really feel for the amputated tree in this image.
I sort of wrote a poem (with a secret personal meaning) about this once:
Brittle opposite, Straining opposite, Tree seen through glass. Like a hand without character Outstretched And trembling, Half-eaten by stone
I feel like you took this picture for me.
The thing that wrenches at me is that the tree is still trying to produce life despite everything that's happened to it and despite everyone else being against it. You can still see the greenery sprouting from it. Even though the concrete is literally eating even into its roots.
I really feel for the amputated tree in this image.
ReplyDeleteI sort of wrote a poem (with a secret personal meaning) about this once:
Brittle opposite,
Straining opposite,
Tree seen through glass.
Like a hand without character
Outstretched
And trembling,
Half-eaten by stone
I feel like you took this picture for me.
The thing that wrenches at me is that the tree is still trying to produce life despite everything that's happened to it and despite everyone else being against it. You can still see the greenery sprouting from it. Even though the concrete is literally eating even into its roots.