Solstice Self Portrait
Time to yourself is precious when you are a parent. Especially stolen hours in nature on a Christmas afternoon. There is nothing like clearing your head of the city and all it’s various stimulus. This time of year is all about willow. We are wallowing in it, at the beaver dam, on the coast and in our secret sag ponds. The low winter sun brings out the willow color spectrum in a manner that takes my breath away. If I were to be a plant the willow would be a tempting incarnation. Not to mention that if I were lucky enough I might even be immortalized as a basket.
Tags: Self Portrait, willow
January 3rd, 2010 at 5:24 pm
You know, you are already the embodiment of the willow tree
Thanks for continuing to bring willow trees and branches to my home every year. They wind skywards and, yes, change hues with the seasons like a rooted song.