The log museum

The dry place in a stream, © 2013 Celia Her City

I’m back in the city, but I may have to keep posting about nature for a while, because now the outdoors is changing almost before our eyes.  Every incarnation is fleeting and very exciting.  Even a long-dead log lying in a stream.

The log’s hollow is a museum of everything dead and dried out from the previous season.  The watery medium in which it rests is a registry of the present, its surface a living digest of the terrestrial, ethereal, and aquatic.

I happened to look down from a foot-bridge, that’s all.  The stream showed me two realities of a tree.

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