The back of the stump appealed to me the most. I walked around several times, taking my time, wanting to experience every dimension of what I was seeing. It sat on a vacant lot that had been for sale, I saw a sold sign on the real estate sign I hope that doesn’t mean that the stump will disappear.
I hope in clicking on it, you can see how much darker the backside is. Does it look like man had a hand in shaping it.. or was it cut down, and then left for nature to do her thing. ???
There are times in life when I think I feel like that stump. I have no reason for being where I am, except it is where I have ended up… and while life goes on around me.. my physical appearance changes, but inside, I’m like a piece of wood. 1000 stories to tell, and no way to have them heard.
I pulled out a calendar .. like I would the I Ching, closed my eyes and flipped to a page.
Always live with a kind and generous heart. Show love and embrace others’ good points, and be willing to overlook their faults. One who has a generous heart can live a fulfilled life.
Perfect Liberty 2012.17
Thunder and tornado warnings here.. gosh.. excitement never ends. Make the twilight hours count… re-energize… absorb the silver moonbeams as they criss cross the skies. the galaxy is alive…
Oyashikiri
anyone else see the “lovers”
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Comments on: "stump sculpture." (6)
Agreed. We need light and dark to round us off.
Good morning Derrick.. so true.. so true… start to another day here.. waves happily across the pond.. sends hugs
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One time I asked a friend about her home on the back side of the mountains. She pointed out they were the front side to her!
I like your stump – full of character on every side.😊
`it is all about perception isn’t it.. have you been away, I’ve missed seeing you.. or am I on at the wrong times.. I so often find myself out of step with my previous schedule. =^_^= every one tells me to “go with the flow” IT IS TRUE… life is to be enjoyed, you motoring around now like “before” i.e all healed!
I’m just super busy or if we’re camping, not having internet access. Sometimes the blogosphere just has to take a back seat.