I’m taking pictures of things surrounding me that I’m leaving and moving toward. This is one of the former, a tree only a few steps away from the corner mailbox. I pass it frequently, but I don’t often think about it. Who does? Trees are everywhere.
Do you remember that book? The Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstein. That was one of my favorite books growing up, and every time I reread it, I cry. That’s the tree I think about, actually. I had a Giving Tree growing up, before it was removed for some utility work when I was 8 or 9. I climbed, I rested, it gave me shade. No apples, though. Not that kind of tree.