Old Man Willow
Aug. 24th, 2003 03:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vaneramosThis morning Brenna wanted to return to the same black willow we climbed yesterday, so here is a view from the ground. I asked her to pick from three images to post here, and she chose this over one that was funnier, and one that was artier. After a few weeks of hanging around with a manic photographer this summer she has evolved from silly to photogenic. She loves showing off for an audience. Sound familiar to anyone?
This big ugly tree always makes me think of Old Man Willow from The Fellowship of the Ring (the book). I keep going back, like one under an enchantment. It is my favourite tree along the Eramosa. I have spent hours sitting on a branch about 4 metres (13 feet) off the ground, reading Walden or writing poetry.
Although completely recovered from surgery in October and March, I still carried a flutter of caution about my body and have been afraid to climb Old Man Willow all summer. Yesterday I put an end to this final inhibition, took off my sandals, scrambled to that high and favourite branch, and took those pictures of the girls.
This big ugly tree always makes me think of Old Man Willow from The Fellowship of the Ring (the book). I keep going back, like one under an enchantment. It is my favourite tree along the Eramosa. I have spent hours sitting on a branch about 4 metres (13 feet) off the ground, reading Walden or writing poetry.
Although completely recovered from surgery in October and March, I still carried a flutter of caution about my body and have been afraid to climb Old Man Willow all summer. Yesterday I put an end to this final inhibition, took off my sandals, scrambled to that high and favourite branch, and took those pictures of the girls.
