Swirls Swirls It appears in constant motion swirls like a river running high though it stands still as a carving, the trunk of the long-dead tree, sans bark, its pale, wrinkled flesh laid bare, and with the weathered face of an elder. The twisted, knotted tree was full of conversation as I walked past near Main Street a couple of years ago, a Norway maple planted along the street a half century ago, standing years in this spot after its growing years were finished, leafless, and losing itself a piece at a time. In the season of gaudy color on the part of trees, this tree spoke loudly in its differences and of its differences, sprouting dead from the still-green grass between the sidewalk and the street. Now it’s gone, replaced with a new sapling, its character not yet developed by storms and neglect. But time will tell. . . . . . . . Follow me on Instagram. Visit my photography galleries on Portraits of Animals. All images used on this site are copyrighted to Bernadette E. Kazmarski unless otherwise noted and may not be used without my written permission. Please ask if you are interested in using one in a print or internet publication. If you are interested in purchasing a print of this image or a product including this image, visit my galleries of Photography on Portraits of Animals to see if I have it available already. If you don’t find it there, visit “Custom Prints” for availability and terms. I'll be more than happy to make a print for you. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Post navigation Three Dissimilar ViewsWinter Respite Leave a ReplyCancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.