Forest knew trees are sacred.
When Big Jim fell, the world shuddered and shifted just a little.
Forest knew things would never be quite the same.
It’s how I imagine like a forest would feel if one of its treasured and ancient members took a tumble. And the inexorable way water keeps moving along, no matter how little of it is left by mid-summer, is so utterly, completely timeless.
Just a thought that crossed my mind when I saw this simple scene near Big Sur, California.
No clue why that tree’s name is “Big Jim.” heh.