And now for the oaks

Not a lot of reading to do today, friends. Instead, feast your eyes on the photos.

I love how the branches so often seem to spiral upwards. So responsive to the situation.

I love the moss and lichen that turns trunks and branches green.

I love the grandeur and resilience.

I love the stretch and spread.

I love how safe I feel with them, how uplifted looking at them.

I love the nooks and crannies, the healed wounds and signs of sacrifice.

I love the wildness and reach.