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New Beginning

ice storm in indianola jan. 2008

ice storm in indianola jan. 2008

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I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.
— Henry David Thoreau
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Let’s consider this the beginning. I am keeping my appointment with myself to start this blog and to start an honest discussion, even if I have nothing to talk about other than boring, mundane daily things. After all, the blogs of my friends that I find so interesting deal with the day-to-day task of living, don’t they?

I want to write words and stories and rants and observations others will want to read. As a result, I often refrain from saying anything, fearing it’s too “boring” or too “personal.” Or I err on the side of sharing too much to the point where nothing is special, nothing is sacred.

I started this blog thinking it would be focused and that focus would bring clarity and pride in a focused work. But I want to share more than just visions of trees–I want to share me, and that includes the boring and the mundane.

So here goes nothing . . . from now on, if something’s on my mind, here is where I will rant. If I’ve done something I find interesting, here is where I will share my pictures and experiences. And if my friends share a meme on their blogs, here is where I will also participate.

I may not always find the perfect picture of a tree on my computer or on my camera or in front of my eyes, but I’m not going to use that as an excuse to keep my mouth shut.

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humble beginnings

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For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
Isaiah 55:12
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The simple image of a tree can mean so much more than just a tree, and for that I am always drawn to the solitary tree. The one that stands apart from the forest; alone.
Yet we know that tree got there somehow–be it by a deliberate planting, a fight for survival, or the carrying of a seed by the wind.
This is a study of all those trees of the field. The simplicity, the thoughtfulness, the faithfulness.
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