A river runs through a friend's 80-acre estate somewhere in California. I was exploring the place one steamy summer afternoon when I chanced upon the scene on the photo. As I clicked my camera, I thought about how each thirsty cell of those leaves and branches felt the moment water started seeping into it. Did it puff up like a balloon? Were the molecules crazily swirling with joy and dancing like idiots?
For a brief illuminating instant, did the river and the tree get a sense of being part of it all? They must have. They drew me to them.
For a brief illuminating instant, did the river and the tree get a sense of being part of it all? They must have. They drew me to them.
I thought I found some good metaphors there for need, oneness, kismet...
- Ariel Murphy
I think of her roots drinking from that water as well, and returning to the source through her branches and leaves.
ReplyDeleteA wooded path
ReplyDeleteSet by the water's edge
Leaves reaching
Longing to be touched
I see symbiotic synergy at work in your picture, AND in your writing, Ariel