|Gnarled base of an Oak in my yard. Notice the moss.|
Yesterday, it occurred to me that I should look up.
|The top of the old Oak in front of my house.|
I live in a neighborhood filled with 100 year old oak trees. The property I share with my family has 9 Giant Oaks living on the outline. The size of these "Old Men Oaks" is AMAZING! They dwarf my house.
|And here it stands in front of my house.|
Last Monday night, we had a storm! A crazy, big, lightning, and huge water gushing from the sky sort of storm. The following day, a wind roared through my neighborhood, and took out several trees.
I feel like I am wandering through a war zone.
Instead of quiet, peaceful quiet...My days and nights are filled with sounds of trucks and chainsaws.
A friend on Fb said it feels like..."Cleaning up today after Mother Nature's crazy wild party... She's like a shitty roomie... Partied without us and left us to clean up"
Perhaps we are the shitty roommates and Mother Nature is giving us a hint. You know the drill...
Another FB quote: Global Weirdness
Most of you know I keep my politics to myself.
I do have some things I hold dear.
I believe in art.
I believe in being who you are.
I believe in being a good roommate.
"The Heartbeat of It", 12"x12"x2", acrylic, Dura-Lar on cradled panel, 2014 copyright Mary Zeran